#the human urge to yearn for dragons
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WHY ARENT DRAGONS REAL
#I am so ANGRY#I JUST#WANT A FUCKING DRAGON#GOd DO YOU HEAR Me YOU LITTLE FUCK#YOUVE ROBBED ME OF SO MUCH AT LEAST LET ME HAVE DRAGONS YOU LITTLE SHIT#I will PERSONALY FIGHT GOD UGH#shitpost#dragons#dragon#I really fucking want a dragon#the human urge to yearn for dragons#I will literally do anything please
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Me, perfectly sober: oh, yeah, мельница's "Дракон" is a great song; its pretty sad, but great nonetheless
Me, drunk: "beyond the seas, beyond the mountains, so far away people cannot see and gods do not believe; the last of my kind spreads their winds made up of feathers of iron; and that's the best sorcery that could be cast, the sun shines in joy upon thd blade of their back ridges; they soar upon the sky, against all odds, so maddeningly dangerous, yet so eternally beautiful"🥺😢😢😢
#vent post#the human urge to yearn for the existance of dragons#i am sorry i am drunk sappy and revisiting my folk rock icons
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𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼
synopsis: you yearn to step onto the sand, relinquish your tail for just a moment and experience the world above. You find a man capable of granting you your wish, but there’s something wrong.
tags: mermaid reader, fingering, penetration, beach sex, vulgar, explicit.
wrd cnt: 1.6k
a/n NOT PROOFREAD: i had to get a little creative bc i was researching mermaid intercourse bruh i was deep in the google trenches…hope this is still good !
The moon shines down beneath the crystal clear waters, casting a mesmerizing glow on the vibrant coral reefs and schools of colorful fish. You were no stranger to this enchanting underwater world. But today, as you swam through the familiar marine life, your thoughts were consumed with a longing for something more. You had heard stories of a new world above the surface, a world where creatures with two legs roamed and breathed air instead of water. It was a world that both intrigued and terrified you.
As you gazed up at the shimmering surface, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have shed your tail and explore this foreign land. But as a mermaid, it was only a dream, a distant desire that seemed impossible to fulfill. But little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you.
As you continued to swim along the coast to catch a glimpse of the stars, you find a man with long silver hair walking above the earths hide.
You try to conceal yourself in the night, but he takes quite a quick notice of you.
You get startled from his gaze, but his eyes shine a shade of blue so vibrant they hold you inbetween currents like a fish on a hook.
“Hello there, do not worry, I won’t hurt you”. The man says to you from above, his hands infront of him to show you his good intentions.
You swim up the sand, letting the water glide you up onto a rock, letting your tail lay on the sand; draped over.
He kneels down, “Are you okay?”. You’re avast ways from your home, but you couldn’t miss a chance to actually talk to a human.
”Yes, yes I’m alright.” You began to study his features like a predator ready to strike; his winged-lashes flickering.
You’ve never met a human before, you’d heard stories of the good and bad nature of them, but he seemed different. “You’re a mermaid.” His question sounding more like an awestruck statement. You nod slowly, unsure of his reaction.
“Amazing, I’ve been told your kind had ceased ever since tales of the property emerged. I never thought I’d get to see one again.” He says with a sense of wonder and disbelief.
You can feel your face conform at his words, “Again? Whats is your name?” you ask, suddenly breaking out of his trance.
“Neuvillette. I may look it, but I am not human. I’ve lived many years, and befriended many of your kind. I am just glad to be given the reassurance of your resilience”. He says with honesty.
“Thank you- I am y/n”. You finally tell him.
“Beautiful. What brings you to the coast?” He wonders out loud.
“I’m- just curious. I wished to take a look upon the world above me.”
“Curiosity can lead us to great adventures,” Neuvillette said, his eyes full of admiration as he gazed at you. “But it can also bring us trouble. You are brave to venture to the surface alone.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. “I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. And now, I have found something much more intriguing than just the surface world,” you said, your eyes flickering to Neuvillette’s lips.
He seemed to sense your desire and stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “And what might that be?” he whispered, his voice low and sensual.
“I wish for legs…” You confess, teasing the handsome stranger just a bit.
“And you think I can grant them to you?”
“You are the hydro dragon, aren’t you? I couldn’t quite out my finger on it. But we have a many great tales about you…and your abilities.”
“You are correct. But I must warn you, it could be an unpleasant first feeling.”
“But you can do it?!” You flap your tail in excitement a few times, the hair that covers your wet and exposed chest flaling around as you wait for his confirmation.
“I can…but I must be here to supervise you. A lot can go wrong, and the people of this land may not all be so accepting”. He warns.
You take time to consider the need for your yearning, but still you hold onto the dream you desire so deeply.
“I’m sure of this.”
He releases a deep sigh, “Alright, please allow me.”
With his large palms, he picks you up off the rock; his hand under your slippery tail and holding you bridal style to sit you onto his lap.
You apologize about ruining his clothes with the salty sea water, but he pays no mind.
“Don’t look down. Simply look up here.” He commands, holding your gaze with his own as he soothes the length of your tail, speaking whispers you can’t transcribe, slowly feeling your body half lighten exponentially.
You suddenly feel a weight lifted off you, and look down with his permission.
Your face lights up, and you feel as if you’re dreaming. As if any moment now you’ll wake up under the sea foam and find yourself with a tail.
But this was real, and you thanked the man with everything in you.
“You’re welcome, but remember that there are still-“
“Arghh- Something’s wrong…”
His eyebrows furrow, not seeing anything physically wrong with you which only makes him more worried.”
“What’s wrong my dear?” He says, trying to be respectful and looking away from your naked body.
“Something’s feeling- so hot.” You squirm, looking to him for help.
“Guide me to where you need.”
Taking his hand in yours, you trail him over your stomach before placing it on your growing heat, making his hand cup your crotch.
“Right here” you plead.
His face was covered in deep red, unable to speak.
“That- is quite unusual…I’ve never seen that happen. Does it hurt?” He says with true concern, trying to conceal his arousal.
You shake your head, unable to describe what it felt.
“What is this? Have you ever felt this?”
Neuvillettes voice hitches as he’s even more embarrassed and trying to find the right words to explain what you feel.
“Well, not this exactly no. But, I think I understand the issue”.
He casts a shadow over you, his large body coming close to whisper something in your ear.
“You’re feeling arousal, and there’s only one way to get rid of it.”
You feel a lump in your throat, eyes locked into his as you feel even more helpless.
“Please…” You plead, grinding your hips towards his hand, “Help me get rid of it…”
He smiles down at you, spreading your wet lips apart, “It would be my pleasure, sweet mermaid.”
With a gentle tug, he pushes your back onto the rock you were sat on earlier.
He parts your legs and keeps the bottoms of your thighs on top of his, giving him a good view of his fingers delving into your tight hole.
“Mmfph- that feels…so good”. You confess.
His hand moves your hair behind your neck, your chest fully on display as his free hand squeezes your mounds and roll your nipples under his fingertips, giving you two sources of pleasure unknown to you before.
“Neuvillette- I need more.” You beg, putting your hand on top of his, making him squeeze your breast harder.
“Anything for you, y/n.” He flashes a small smile before putting your hand on growing bulge.
“This is what is going to help you find your release, sweetheart.”
He helps you unzip his pants, and out springs his cock; falling right into your grasp.
Your eyes widen, it felt so big in your hands you didn’t possibly know what to do with it.
He helped you pleasure him, making your hand stroke him up and down as he thrusted into your palm.
“You’re so gentle…such a sweet thing.”
You feel your cunt drool even more, something so unknown to you made you feel so feral.
He positions himself at your entrance, kneeling perfectly before you with your legs wrapped around him.
“This…goes right in here.” He grunts out, pushing his thick, veiny cock fully into your perfect cunt and hearing your pleasure heighten quickly in the form of moans and gasps.
He started with slow, deep thrusts; getting you used to his size and the feeling of your own hole stretching.
You felt like you could pass out if he didn’t keep going, the ambiance of waves crashing against the rock behind you and the sounds of your wet skin slapping together drove you wild. The sea water brushed against your ass but his tongue slid against yours in such a manner that made your entire body feel like it was under the sun.
“Do you like how this feels?” He asks, grunting in your ear and whimpering at how your cunt squeezes him.
You nod profusely, thanking him about a million times as he keeps fucking you on the sand, holding your waist and trialing sloppy kisses down your neck and chest.
Your breathing was heavy and your mind was swirling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. You were completely lost in the moment, just the two of you on the beach, your bodies entwined in ecstasy.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he wanted to take you there with him
“Y/n- keep squeezing around me like that, fuck…such a perfect hole.”
Your moans turned into screams as you both reached your climax together, waves of pleasure crashing over you like the ocean behind you.
You collapsed onto the sand, panting and trying to catch your breath. He rolled onto his back next to you, a content smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“That was amazing,” you said, pulling him close to him. “I’ve never felt anything like that before”.
“Well you have a few more hours of it if you so please.”
whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
#jo’s posts#neuvillette#neuvilette genshin#neuvillete x reader#neuvillette smut#nuevillette#neuvillette genshin#genshin neuvillette#genshin smut
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Submas: Dragon shifter/soulmate au
Dragon Soulmate au: you were born with a strange ability that links you to one of the twin dragons of Unova.
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Reshiram! Emmet:
[Afab/Drag king! reader.]
"*hic* 'Cuse me" Y/n said clearing their throat as another hiccup escaped their mouth, while they listened to one of their clients tell her best friend where she was last night! See the cabaret Y/n work was hosting a bachelorette party, and the bride to be just found out her groom to be, Slept with someone in in her friend group! Y/n had a good feeling about who the culprit was; considering no in the group caused Y/n's... hiccups to act up, like the bride's best friend did.
They bit their tongue resisting the urge to tell the Bride what a scummy woman her maid of honor truly was, but knew alcohol and high emotions was a dangerous mix. So, Y/n kept their mouth shut... Until the MOH went home and Y/n decided to break their silence and tell the bride their suspicions, that earned Y/n a "How dare you accuse my best friend!" and the belligerent bride grabbed the host by the arm only to yelp and retract her hand like she'd grabbed a hot iron, and in a way she sort of did.
See, ever since Y/n was young there was the strange phenomenon that surrounded them... Aside from the lie detecting hiccups? they also seemed to have some invisible flame shield thing that protected them from people who showed any ill will or romantic intentions towards them!
It wasn't so bad when they were younger, cos' Y/n was very solitary child preferring to read with their Absol, but over time yearning for human companionship and touch starvation started setting in and Y/n would like to have a romantic partner without having them turn into a well-done steak every time they tried to get it on....
Yes it's happened, Y/n tried have a one night stand and the guy/gal passed out from heat-stroke which baffled the hell out of the EMTs when they checked them over, seeing as it was in the middle of November when this happened! Needless to say that guy/gal never called Y/n again, and the poor host was left thinking they were cursed to be alone.
A few weeks after the bachelorette party, Y/n was invited by their old job at the Nimbasa's trainer's academy to be a volunteer chaperon a camping field trip Drakon lake (not a cannon area I made it up) to do a observation of how the cold weather effected the fire and grass Pokémon in the area, this year aside from you and two other teachers, they had a celebrity volunteer: Emmet Trevithick of the Gear station, he was an odd one that's for sure! When he wasn't challenging students, he seemed pretty hellbent on getting to know Y/n much to their bafflement.
Over the course of the trip Emmet would often follow Y/n around like a lost Growlithe, asking where they were from, if they always wanted to be a teacher? When Y/n explained that they weren't a teacher anymore, it’s just that the school knew this group of students was known to be feral and unruly to the staff, but they surprisingly respected Y/n and listened to their old teacher. So, whenever these sort of trips were planned, Y/n was the first person the school would call and voluntell them to supervise the trip. Y/n would agree every time, When Emmet asked what they did now?
Y/n simply answered with a curt "Bartending..." as a small squeaky hiccup caused them to jerk up a bit... that wasn't a complete lie, People just get the wrong impression when Y/n tells them they work at a cabaret people automatically assume it's a strip-club and Y/n is a stripper, Emmet hummed at them curiously for second Y/n thought they saw his eyes flash blue, and his smile faltered a bit but quickly went back to normal, a little while later Emmet was in the middle of collecting the kid's observation logs when two late comers came running from the lake trail.
Emmet recognized them from Y/n's group! the kids were talking so fast he barely caught what they were saying. "Y/n fell through the lake!" The conductor’s heart sank as he ran off into to the wood towards the lake, luckily the trees masked Emmet's transformation into his true form in a orange flash, Emmet Trevithick was replaced with the legendary dragon Reshiram!
The dragon Pokémon made it to lake where he saw Y/n's Absol stood nearby with terrified expression he followed her gaze and saw a hole in the ice! Reshiram/Emmet drove in into frozen lake without a second thought! Absol waited by the shore pacing a few seconds later Reshiram emerged from the lake with Y/n passed out on his head...
{mini timeskip]
*Urg... why's it so hot?* Y/n groaned and looked around confused wondering why was everything soft and white. Oh right... *I fell in the lake rescuing one of the kids...Am I in the hospital?" Y/n wondered as they sat up and winced they had gnarly headache as their eyes began to focus, They realized they weren't at the hospital they were in a cave! Y/n was further shocked to find themselves tucked in and snuggled up the white fur of a sleeping Reshiram, Y/n felt their heart rattle in their chest as they tried to quickly and quietly escaped but backtracked when they realized they were naked!
Y/n covered their chest sank deeper into the white dragon's fur while looking around frantically for their clothes, only to be greeted by a giant blue eye staring at them. "Y/n! Are you okay?....how are you feeling?" a familiar voice echoed in Y/n's mind as Reshiram watched them, it took a few seconds for them to recognize that voice.... "e-Emmet?" they stammered in shock. Needless to say, Y/n nearly passed out again as Reshiram/Emmet let out a soft rumble with they assumed was chuckle.... Confirming their suspicion.
Emmet explained everything to Y/n after giving them their clothes back, (they were drying off on his back.) To Y/n was shocked was an understatement, they absolutely floored, when they found out they were Emmet's soulmate, and that the lie detecting hiccups and fire shield was his boon.
"Wait... so you're the reason I've been touched starved virgin my entire life?!" Y/n said accusingly while pointing up at him dramatically Reshiram/Emmet tilted his head as he blinked at them dumbfounded before smirking. "Y'know...." in a flash of orange Reshiram was gone and Emmet was standing in front of them holding their hand. "We could change that.~" he purred kissing their hand, Y/n's face felt like it was on fire as a slap resonated through cave followed by a wimpy "Ooww... I was joking!" Needles to say the kids were so relieved the see Y/n was okay and very confused why Emmet had a hand print on his cheek.
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Zekrom! Ingo:
{Fem/ Bi reader!}
They warned Y/n not to walk around Nimbasa at night. "dammit, what the hell?!" a guy exclaimed as he retracted his hand really fast and started shaking and flexing it, His friend asked what was up? "I don't know, I saw this cute girl and when I went to talk to her, I got shocked by something!" the two men started looking around the park confused wondering if there was Pokémon nearby, neither noticed the flustered y/ht woman hastily walk out of the park! "It happen again..." You mumbled to her red Charjabug, who chirped at her curiously.
Don't misunderstand, this wasn't a bad thing...sort of, see that guy had been annoying Y/n since she walked out of the café! He wouldn't stop following her, he said she was pretty cute looked lonely and asked if she wanted to hang and to meet his friends? The y/hc woman of course said no and kept walking but the guy wouldn't take no as an answer!
His attempt to "just talk" involved trying to grab her by the arm, he got zapped! Just like everyone else that showed a shred of interest in Y/n, be it romantic or hostile, some strange force always kept them at bay. At first Y/n like it...when she was six! cos eww boys icky! but now that she was an adult, Y/n just wanted to find someone to man or woman to settle down with, preferably someone who doesn't get zapped whenever they try to touch her!
Y/n as was wondering where such a person could be? she didn't notice the the caution down wires ahead sign in her path and waked right into a puddle, she heard a collective gasp. Y/n blinked looked up saw a crowd of people just staring at her horrified, her brows furrowed as looked around confused as a one of the road slowly put his hands up. "Ma'am, don't move!" Y/n looked at him bemused before he looked down, she followed his gaze and saw she was standing in a puddle. A puddle.... with a live electrical wire sitting in it!?
Y/n's heart did a back flip before falling into the deepest depths of her stomach. "Oh...shit..." she muttered as she eyed everyone gawking; probably wondering how come she isn't dead?! Yeah.. That's the other thing, along with basically being a living taser, Y/n also seems to be somewhat immune to electricity; to a degree, of course!
She never really tested just how far that immunity goes, she did think about standing out in an open field with a metal rod during a storm... But quashed that idea, and just had her then Grubbing to use spark on her, though the attack tingled it didn't actually hurt or anything, she just couldn't use any electronics or touch anything metal for a while!
Y/n's legs started to burn and itch, really badly! Which she knew was a bad sign, whatever was protecting her from the electrical current was staring to weaken! She felt a sense of dread rise in her belly, Y/n kept hearing people whispering but not one person moved to help her out of fear of getting electrocuted. They kept telling her to stay calm, they were working on it! Y/n was in tears debating putting Charjabug in his ball and tossing him to one of the workers. However, before the y/ht woman could even move a finger the entire street was suddenly cloaked in darkness...
*A power outage?* Y/n thought but that as soon proven wrong when the wind picked up suddenly a loud earth shattering clap of thunder resonated through out the city, It was so loud it caused the spectators to close their eyes or cover the ears, the already anxious Y/n could only gasp shock as something huge flew down from the night sky at a frightening speed and swept her up in it's large claws before flying off again! When the power came back on seconds later, people in the street were left scratching their heads about the strange disappearing woman.
Meanwhile Y/n was shitting bricks! she was the claws of a fearsome dragon god! which was fly thousands of feet in the air taking her to Arceus knows where! and oh crap...she was gonna be sick! She quickly called Charjabug back into his ball; since he fainted from shock! and nervously looked up at Zekrom. "Erm...Excuse me Mr. Zekrom?" Y/n stammered the dragon's red eye looked down at her curiously. "I don't feel good..." Zekrom let out a panicked grumble seeing Y/n looking a bit green with her hands thrown over her mouth! The Zekrom quickly scouted out the ground for a safe place to land and saw clearing in the forest below.
A few Pokémon scattered in fear as the large legendary made landfall. He carefully set Y/n down and air sick woman quickly ran to some bushes and threw up; not noticing the bright blue flash go off behind her. Y/n groaned in disdain and went to wipe her mouth with her scarf, when a gloved hand held out a handkerchief to her, Y/n blinked in confusion and followed the hand and was thrown threw another to see one of the subway bosses staring at her concerned. "Where did yo..." Y/n looked around and noticed Zekrom was gone! which confused her even more, Surely it couldn't have flown off? She would've noticed!
The conductor told her to calm down and he'll explain! Soo, yep! that's how Y/n she was the soulmate of one of the Unova dragon twins, that static that always protected her? that was Zekrom/Ingo's boon it ties her to him that's how he knew she was in danger and rushed in to save her before she got electrocuted to death!
Y/n didn't believe him at first, the story sounded absurd! But then Ingo took his glove off did something that no one's been able to do since Y/n was a child, he held her hand...Y/n winced expecting him jump away from the sudden electric shock, But to her bafflement nothing happened! she saw Ingo's sclera briefly flash red as he intertwined their fingers he was telling the truth... Y/n didn't know what to do from here, but she had feeling life won't be as lonely these days.
#pokemon fanfiction#pokemon x reader#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss ingo#subway boss ingo x reader#subway boss emmet x reader#dragon shifter au#Pokemon soulmate au#reshiram#zekrom#charjabug#absol#dragon x human#monster x human
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I feel like I've neglected the blog again, so! Mod Smoke here again. Time for an update on the sanguinarian shenanigans.
I've added a few books to my reading list, and the one on my bedside table is Energy Magick of the Vampyre by Don Webb. I tend to keep my own council and use several grains of salt when it comes to witchcraft, especially when people start spelling magic with a k, but I can definitely see how this could scratch some of the itch. For better or for worse, there's something predatory and preening about the nature of the vampire, and the more educated you are about yourself and your options the easier it is to take your urges out for a little run in healthy ways.
I'm on the fence about auras, energy, and all of that, but I'm a theatre kid at heart. The power of presence and presentation, the intersection of stage magic and religious ritual, is absolutely a real tool. Mod Glass is more straightforward about it- she definitely believes, and to my eternal bafflement she manages to feed on trees and flowing water. I can definitely believe in that, and the way she's a little less primal after sitting in a park for an hour. Clearly something is being achieved there, so it's possible- I'm just tragically doomed to my own version of cynicism, and thus the awkward anxiety of trying to ask the butcher for blood.
(I still haven't.)
I've got my coconut water, my pomegranate juice, my aesthetic and my interests. It's enough for now. I don't know if I'm flourishing, but I'm nearer that than not, so I'll take what I've got.
I think in a lot of ways it's easier to separate what you "should" want from what you do want. Especially when you're a teenager, you want the validation of community- community for its own sake, to some extent, but also a mirror to tell you you're real.
I fell into that when I found the otherkin community, pagans, all of it- if I let myself keep on with that, I'd still be content with the idea that dragons are supposed to crave eating rocks or hoarding shiny things. That's not what I need, or even what I really want. I want community, and I'm not going to find it by conforming to any standards, or I quite simply wouldn't be me. I try to hold onto "build it and they will come", for better or for worse, but I do go looking in my own way.
You don't net as much weird, queer, and othered community in the Bible Belt as you might expect unfortunately. It's a work in progress.
Back on the more direct topic though, I'm having fun snatching the other mods for deep philosophical discussions over drinks. I think it named itself Mod Citrine...? It's not on here often, mostly because it's even less inclined to the kind of theatrics I get up to. No roses and candles and gothic spires for that one. We feed on different things, I think, when it comes to blood- and that's why I can't entirely write off the possibility of some strange unquantifiable energy being involved. It's incredibly, deeply intimate for me, and for a moment I could almost convince myself I do have powers beyond doing mostly even eyeliner wings. It's definitely not the same kind of power or even hedonistic high that comes from sex, but I can't define it to save my life except through poetry.
For Citrine... it prefers not to call itself a vampire except by the strictest definition. If pressed, it'll say alterhuman or otherkin, but mostly for someone else's benefit so they can slap a label on and move on. It's not a vampire with all the bells and whistles the way myself, Glass, and Key are, with the gothic yearning and nocturnal tendencies and the fifteen different types of black lipstick on top of the hunger for blood. It calls itself an object spirit, a thing that had enough sentiment attached to it to get reincarnated, with some urges left over. Objects aren't animals, aren't primal the way animals are- but the desires and dreams attached to them are human, in a way, as much as they're not, divorced from the breadth of human emotion and distilled into inhuman too-clean drives, the way a storm or a mountain has drives.
Even so, it has a relationship with blood, just like I have a relationship with blood, and that interests me. I come at it from the perspective of a vampire, the hunger of the human predator that seeks to thrive, and then beyond thriving seeks their own pleasure. Citrine comes at it from the perspective of a sword, skill and fulfilled purpose and occasionally even as an offering. Not a biological hunger, not in the same way, but a hunger of purpose. Maybe ideology or identity. It makes some sense. As a vampire, I have to feed. The community itself is proof enough that the definition of feeding is varied. A sword would want blood, and specifically blood, because that's what it's built for and meant to do.
Needless to say, next time I make my substitute I'm offering some and seeing what it thinks. Partially for science. Partially because I'm pretty sure it'll work and I want to see the look on Citrine's face. Join me in pretentious vampire hell, I drink pomegranate juice out of wine glasses and it's very very fun.
That said, dinner's almost done, so I'll leave off here. Have a good night!
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I posted 1,545 times in 2022
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340 posts created (22%)
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#additionally: we don't judge ourselves when we feel down!! sad me is not capable of making a reasonable evaluation and has no rights to judg
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
you must use your creativity. you must use your chaotic dumbassery. let the spirit of the thorston twins flow through you and unleash fresh nonsense unto the world.
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#4
ok i completely agree that characters don't have to kiss for the romance between them to be confirmed but i think if the relationship in question is queer, they need to purely so that the straights can't keep denying it
otherwise you'll have someone come up to you and say john and sherlock have a brotherly bond rather than seeing the clear and blooming romance in front of their eyes
259 notes - Posted April 18, 2022
#3
dining out at restaurants together. going for walks in the park together. meeting in secret rendezvous. spending hours together in the back room of a bookshop with copious amounts of alcohol. cooking together and arguing over who does the cleaning after.
messages in flower petals. the stars at 3am and breakfast after. sticky notes left around the house. scribbles in book margins. late nights and slow mornings.
bookstores. coffeeshops. museums. galleries. parks. piers. sea fronts. rooftops. you.
x
266 notes - Posted November 8, 2022
#2
Want an I-named-a-character-after-you kind of love [x]
310 notes - Posted March 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
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[ immortal baelon ii - reborn argella au ]
𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐎𝐒 isn’t who she said she is. Not only she continuously lies to others about her identity, but to her own self as well. But that girl no longer exists, that’s what Aenar and the gods had always firmly told her.
Yet she can only die at the rare blade they’ve made just for her and hidden at the deep ruins at Old Valyria. Soulseeker. It was only fair, most of them said. Just in case if something goes wrong.
I just want to be with my family… yet they’ll grant her that power to be with them if she only fulfills that destiny to either rule or annihilate Westeros.
But does she really want to do that? Now that she found him with the legitimate heir to the iron throne. Argella Baratheon.
The one who shares the same face and name as her. No! Her former name… she’s Taessa Galyreos now.
The little princess is what makes him motivated and happy… but he needs someone to look after him as well… She frowned and looked down at her gloved hands. She resisted the urge to emotionally and mentally breakdown from her despairing loneliness and self-loathing.
He doesn’t need to know about my identity. He doesn’t deserve to feel that grieving pain again…
All of them on horseback with Carnifex and Gaelithox. She reminiscently stared at Baelon holding onto a laughing Argella, the Baratheon princess, with a content smile on his face and Taessa slowly looked over with a irritated Aenar who looked like he wanted to drag her back to the ruins of Old Valyria himself.
She only remembers waking up in the caves of Old Valyria. She doesn’t remember how she got there but… all she knows she’s alive once again. She even learnt they called out to her dragon to bring her to them after she died at the hands of her own grandfather.
Slowly getting up and tried walking out but only ended up bumping into a invisible wall form the opening. She got frustrated and overwhelmed with many emotions all at once. They kept her locked up until she turned nine-and-ten (19) as each of them finally gotten into her head.
At least after she finally gave in to them. Years after keeping her isolated in a cave from her own family, Aenar did looked after her during her mortal years, and she finally learnt from him about the fate of her mama that occurred a moon after her death… it broke her. Her death didn’t even made a difference for her whole family to unite and she cried with the storms on that night.
They wouldn’t even let her go to the rest of her family, even the newest additions that continued the bloodline that almost ended, until she properly learns on how to control her newly given abilities along with the immortality.
Gaelithox loyally stuck around after she was resurrected and only hunted preys that were nearby the ruins as she grew bigger and bigger than the black dread itself. The she-dragon is the only one who kept her alive throughout those agonizing years after all.
Now she can hear Gaelithox and Carnifex happily crooning above them. Feeling their elation and hearing their conversations. It’s funny how her own dragon tried telling her own father earlier that she’s alive and with him right now.
Good thing he isn’t a dragonwhisperer like her.
He doesn’t need to know the truth anytime soon. It’ll break him if he finds out that his own child has grown up to be a monster. She’s comfortable being known as a stranger to him for now. She’ll just become his closest friend anytime after she gains that trust she desperately yearns for.
Argella Targaryen may be no more, but a empty and darker shell version of her, and yet now she now refuses to fulfill her destiny given by the gods of Old Valyria. Because she wants to be with her Papa, who actually makes her feel human once again with his presence, and she will protect him from anyone who appears as a threat to him… even if it gets her killed for good.
[ boom! Okay, i was originally gonna do Baelon’s pov but I needed to write this out before I forget about it. And I for sure need to rewatch the entire game of thrones sometime- ]
OH MY GOD THE REVEAL!!!!! IF BAELON EVER FINDS OUT THAT TAESSA IS HIS DECEASED DAUGHTER, HE'S GOING TO HAVE A FULL MENTAL BREAKDOWN. OH GOD. THE GUILT HE FELT FOR YEARS, FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO PROTECT HER STILL EATS HIM ALIVE.
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Pirateformers AU: Asya and Apophis
The beasts may have been slain, but the rule still remains... There will always be a dragon upon the Throne of Crimson Sands...
(TL;DR... Asya has PTSD and Disassociative Identity Disorder, both of which created her Alter, Apophis the Serpent Dragon, or Apo for short. (Pronounced Ah-po-fis, uses They/Them pronouns in contrast to Asya's She/Her ones.)
Every full moon, for a full week, or when Asya is highly stressed, Apo will take over Asya's body to prowl the ship and hunt down vermin or invading Deep Dwellers at night, in order to satisfy their yearning for human flesh, at least until Elbent helped to tame the Beast and give back Apo's sentience, through the dulling of their soul from being imprisoned in Asya's mind for so long due to her shame of the Beast. However, when it gets really bad for Asya and Apo... They must be locked up in a cell, chained and muzzled for the crew's safety. For while Apo is protective and will front when Asya is in danger and highly emotional, they are greedy, eagerly sadistic and hungry for blood and anything they can hoard.)
When Asya was born the heir of the Savannian throne, under the rule of the Dragon Lord, Jhamal Omari, something grew within her from the day Lord Omari shunned his creation, in favour of pillaging the neighboring states and domains of other lords of the sands. For whenever he was home, the Oasis Palace was never a safe place for Asya or her mother, the marriage-trapped Gasira Mutheru. The Dragon Lord took what he deemed his, and soon he ruled the entire Savannah with an iron claw, one that he made literal with the touching up of his ancestor's symbolic weapons, a status of the one who controlled the throne and the Oasis, the Dragon Scale Gauntlets.
Rarely did he take them off, including his few interactions with his heir, where he used them on her to "correct" her behavior as the future "male" heir and Dragon Lord. But little did either Dragon Kin know that deep inside the heir of the Crimson Sands, each strike of the Dragon Lord's claws upon his child developed a beast within her soul... Hungry for revenge.
The beast grew in the form of Asya's draconic urges and instincts, as her body adapted to the blend of human and dragon blood within her throughout her adolescence. By the time she turned thirteen, long after the trauma of witnessing her mother's neglectful death by a curable fever, the beast began to whisper to her, guiding her on the ways of using her blood-fire and how to defend herself against her father's cruelty and physical abuse.
But it grew hungrier with each step she took into embracing her dragon side, into accepting her father's legacy...
When she finally spoke out against her father and asked that he see her as his daughter, rather than a son or a tool for his conquest, he lashed out and fought her along the city streets of the Oasis, scarring her body and mind for the rest of her days... and awakening the wrath of the Beast within her.
Finally, the Beast awoke to protect its host. And it did so eagerly, by stealing the gauntlets of the Dragon Lord and fighting back using them against their old master, leaving behind three brutal scars across his face, not blinding him but leaving the mark of a failed parent and king for all to see. Accordingly, the Dragon Lord banished Asya and placed a bounty on her head, for her immediate death should she ever return home. Asya left happily with what little she could pack and the ship her mother left her in her will, the Alstroemeria, alongside the symbols of the Throne, her new gauntlets, and left with the intent of never coming back, leaving the kingdom to rot for all she cared, even though the guilt would eat at her for the decades to come.
For many long years, Asya sailed alone, but not entirely alone. No, never was she truly alone in her own mind since her youth, now that she had the peace and quiet to hear their voice...
To hear her Guardian Dragon speak.
But while they swore to always protect Asya and keep her alive, they were eager to hunt, greedy to hoard what little wealth Asya stole to survive on, and thirsted for mortal blood.
At first, Asya controlled her Guardian to keep them on their best behavior in public and during the peak of lunar activity, when the feral dragon became stronger and could more easily front in Asya's mind and control her body, leaving Asya to wake up the next day or even the following week caked in blood and with no memory of what had happened.
She put an end to the cycle on the day she awoke to find her former lover, a human she had been with years before her encounter with her future husbands, skinned and torn to shreds, with his heart in her belly. On that day, she created her first cell to contain both her and the beast imprisoned, a habit she continued once she was rescued and allowed to call the Immortal Sun her permanent home.
However... while others viewed her as a beast to be feared, especially after her first encounter with one of its crew, it was the captain who made the first move to understand and willingly speak to the beast as an equal, not as an animal. It took time, bribery with meat, and patience, but eventually Elbent earned the beast's trust and love through Asya's memories of her and their own evaluation on the siren's kind heart and beauty. Through their bond, the beast began to relearn how to speak, how to be more civil, and soon remembered its name and past from before becoming Asya's spiritual guardian from within her....
Their name was Apophis, a pure and genuine dragon, one of the many that ruled the Crimson Sands before they were hunted down by the hands of mortal men... Those same mortals who took the throne from Apo's kin and gave it to the hybrids of their secret union, forged by the neutral folk who saw neither side of the war as the enemy between Man and Beast, creating the half human-half beast Dragon Kin species... For even as a spirit within a neglected halfling, Apo has never feared the fate of their old throne.
For they have always known, that while their kind are now extinct, the rule of the Savannah still remains... There will always be a dragon upon the Throne of Crimson Sands.
The Serpent will make sure of it.
(Note: When the full moon week arrives, the person who is fronting in Asya's body will be more easily seen by the use of the fire that shapes her draconic horns and tail, more often a sign that the Beast is in control. However, when they switch, Apophis will have red flames and speak with growls in a deeper voice. When Asya takes back control, her horns and tail will turn orange.)
#Just fancied writing some lore for Asya and her dragon side ;3#Will hopefully draw Asya and Apophis soon... Maybe... Probably not ¬3¬'#pirateformers au#tigracespace#ezra iolite og work
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Masterlist
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AO3 page (as of jan 2024, mostly old Dragon Age and Mass Effect fics- this is to be updated)
Ficlet on immortal elven souls and vampiric immortality
"Prayer of an unknown cleric"
"Headcanon"-type posts:
Gale (NSFW)
Gifts
Breakfast in Bed
Active characters:
Arvid Trygg (he/him, 54)
"Gold dwarf" cleric of Tempus
Soldier background
❤️: Gale
Playlist 🎶
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Summary:
Note written by Gemria Bozzahr, 1438 DR, found pinned to the swaddling of a corpse-blue, wailing infant boy: "If you've any care for the weak, please find one who may care for him. I cannot face my family as mother to a half-breed. May he find grace in the glory of your god, and let him bear the name 'Arvid', after the father he may never know."
A bastard son born from but one night shared by a trader's daughter and a handsome duergar soldier, Arvid was raised by clerics of Tempus in a small and insignificant monastery/fortress, in a small and insignificant town close to Neverwinter. Now, it was unusual for Tempurans to take in urchins like that, but the boy, while unusual in his appearance and meek in his nature, proved a quick study, and a rare talent at healing. Which, with his quiet, mellow (and soon, not even quite so anxious!) personality, made him a favored addition to the "mercenary" excursions of the warrior-priests: and so, hitting the ground running, Arvid learned to fight in the very melting pot of battle.
With body and spirit molded by the Foehammer's teaching, he took his Acolyte vows shortly after his 16th spring, and became a fully fledged cleric of the Faith much younger than most. And as time passed slowly (and with... only a regular amount of constant bloodshed), he made his way to the rank of Direhar (guardian-priest). It was at 53 that he was called to Baldur's Gate: partly to replace the sole healer of the city's monastery who had perished (naturally in battle), and partly at the urging of his Warlyon (high priest), as an opportunity for him to eventually, maybe, even head his own congregation.
Of course, the mind flayers had different plans.
After merely a year of trying to establish a foothold in the city with... middling-to-poor success, Arvid was yanked from the city streets while trying to usher as many of those fleeing into the protection of the temple as possible. Fat load of good playing the hero did for him. (But to be fair, that's... kind of his theme.)
Iona Raedir (she/her, 61)
High elf sorcerer (draconic ancestry, red)
Guild Artisan background (jeweler/trader)
❤️: Astarion
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Summary:
"Don't ask, kitten, and I won't lie."
Once dutiful daughter, once devoted wife, always a secret sorceress. Iona lived most of her life in a settlement by the name of Puremount's Hollow, among the so-called 'Emissaries of the Immaculate': a radical offshoot of the Ilmaterian church, one that views all magic as the domain befitting solely the gods, and arcane casters, abhorrent thieves of divine power. So, with the magic of ancient dragons thrumming in her veins, that... was sort of a problem.
To her very good excuse, neither did she join of her own accord, nor did she know she commanded such powers at the time. She was only 11 years old, after all.
But, one of the things elves do best, is wait. So that's what she did, and she played her part expertly: she and her beloved father lived their life in accordance with human traditions, he took a second wife (we don't talk about the first, it's too painful), she married the first boy who asked her (Herric Birchlight- a nice boy, if rough around the edges), and kept her facade (though loveless and rote, minor issue) impeccable, while ignoring her magic as it grew and yearned to be used. For over 30 long years, she kept playing her part. But even the best liars must eventually slip- or be made to slip, more accurately.
Uncovered as an "abominable thief" of divine power, a "pretender", a "fucking witch" and "magespawn" (all Herric's lovely words about the woman he had once called "wife" and "love"), Iona was forced to flee the compound, and took the burning of bridges behind her quite literally, taking little more than the clothes on her back and that brand new scar on her face.
She was snatched less than a day after she had finally arrived to Baldur's Gate, penniless, exhausted, and alone- and for all intents and purposes, she can't quite shake the feeling that this really might have been a better outcome than many of the possible alternatives.
Petyr Wildbrook (he/him, 45)
Wood half-elf ranger/rogue
Outlander background
❤️: Shadowheart, Halsin
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Summary:
Raised among druids of the Circle of the Shepherd, Petyr waited quite a bit longer than he should have had to for his magic to show itself. And, well, it... simply never did. Brother, cousins (gods, so many cousins), friends, all inducted into the druidic arts before he could as much as conjure a single goodberry.
So, partly at the urging of his mothers and partly out of spite, Petyr took to trying to learn all he could about the wild- on his own, through sheer trial and error if need be. At 20, he gathered what meager belongings he could call his own (and a big pack of gifts from his worried, but oddly relieved family), and set out to find his luck wherever it may guide him.
Though it wasn't easy, or painless, or even smart by any stretch of the imagination, he fell into the role of a ranger and forester, and made a living as a hunter of monsters and big game, and a silent keeper of his little patch of woods: a lone watcher, and reclusive woodsman. He had always enjoyed the company of those who expect no social niceties from him anyway.
Turns out, the exception to that particular rule is the silent, squirming passenger of a tadpole behind the eyeball. And, yeah, so maybe even a self-identified utter bitch of a man is capable of being a "hero", if you stretch the meaning of the word far enough.
Raymond "Ray" Percival Trevelyan (he/him, 55)
Inquisitor-as-Tav AU
Human fighter/barbarian
Noble background
❤️: DA:I- Dorian, BG3- Wyll
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Summary:
There's one thing that is to be said / about him in the years to come: A hero seldom lives to see / past the ending of their tale.
This AU is set roughly 30 years after the events of DA:I. After a tumultuous youth of adventuring, ostensibly saving the world (which earned him the moniker "Inquisitor of the Dales"), and the loss of his sword arm in the process, Raymond had retired from heroics young, at merely 25 years of age. Upon the peaceful passing of his father (a minor, but old-money Baldurian baron), he quickly took to managing the family estate (reconciling a tenuous love with his estranged mother- we don't talk about the past much on that one), and settled in for two joyous decades of blissful domesticity by the side of the love of his life, Dorian.
Except fate has a way of throwing its doomed chosen at increasingly bigger problems, until one finally manages to kill them.
A handful of years pass between the assassination of his husband over blasted politics and his own abduction by mind flayers, and Ray, both dreading and strangely anticipating the adventure, falls back into the role of a leader and a hero like he would into a bad habit, though he is barely a shadow of his once-gregarious, larger-than-life hero self.
Maybe this time, throwing himself at a nigh-immortal god-monster will finally wind up killing him for good. And then, maybe he can finally rest.
Or not. Who knows. At least if he's lucky, fate will take a fucking leg this time.
Phyridia "Phyr" of Warford (she/they, 25)
Adapted DnD character
Zariel tiefling paladin (Oath of Vengeance)
Urchin background
❤️: Lae'zel
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Summary:
Hastily scrawled note found on the desk of Fentoris Mistborn: “I wear vestments that fit me better now.
You were always good, Fentoris. There is justice in this world- may it find you.”
Phyr was born in Warford (a city not unlike Baldur's Gate in crime and grime), in a dirty tenement house's basement apartment, into poverty. Shortly after her birth, her mother, Kismet, disappeared unexpectedly, offering no explanation and leaving her husband, Prospero, in dire financial straits with an infant daughter, whom he grew to resent over the years.
Committing her first theft at age 6 and graduating to armed robbery at 13, she taught herself pretty much all that is necessary to survive: learned to read and write almost autonomously, only educated by her father in his rare moments of lucidity. Then, as she lost even that at 15, she saw no option other than to sell what she still had, and she became a prize fighter in a local moneylender's "stable". She was easily the most profitable of his "dogs" due to her small frame and harmless-seeming appearance contrasted with her viciousness and wiry tenacity, and she remained so for two long years: all the way until the ring got busted, and scorned better and resentful fighter alike chose the nuisance of a 17-year-old to take the fall for all of them.
Phyr was to be hanged, and it was by sheer luck that Fentoris Mistborn, captain of the local Paladin order of the Crown (the "Shepherds of the Rising Sun"), was present to invoke his right to conscript any he saw fit into the Order, and scoop her from beneath the gallows. Ill-fitting as that mantle was, it wasn't until the avatar of Hoar, god of vengeance, reached out to her years later that she discarded that oath in favor of another.
In this AU, the one difference is that upon forswearing her order, Phyr takes to Baldur's Gate, and is snatched from the streets there. (Not pictured, the tip of her left horn is supposed to be chipped, broken off. It's... a story.)
"Mara" (she/her; ???)
Lolth-sworn drow monk
Dark Urge
❤️: Gale
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Full profile TBA
Summary:
She is three days old, and all she knows is murder.
But she's... nice. No, I promise. Or at least, she's... she's trying her best.
#squirrel speaks#and already i accidentally deleted the original of this whoo boy#at least the links stay#OKAY HERE WE GO AGAIN#oc: arvid trygg#oc: iona raedir#oc: petyr wildbrook#oc: raymond trevelyan#oc: phyr#oc: mara#only had to reupload the images
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the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
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Winter Demon Manga
In the mystical depths of a timeless realm, where humans and supernatural beings coexist, an ancient prophecy lingers. "When snow covers the land in an eternal winter, a formidable Winter Demon shall rise, wielding unimaginable power that threatens to plunge the world into darkness."
In this spellbinding and action-packed series aptly titled "Winter Demon," we follow the extraordinary journey of Elysia - a young woman caught in the crossfire between two worlds. Unbeknownst to her, she is the key to unlocking or suppressing the malevolence within the Winter Demon once it awakens.
As winter storms whip through cities and forests, Elysia embarks on a perilous quest filled with treacherous obstacles, haunting secrets, and unexpected alliances. Guided by cryptic prophecies and aided by an enigmatic sorcerer named Aris, she navigates through lands teeming with ethereal realms inhabited by mythical creatures – from majestic snow dragons to mischievous frost imps.
Together with three other chosen individuals – each representing elements crucial to balancing nature's forces – Elysia must unlock her hidden powers through rigorous training while facing internal doubts and external doubters. The stakes couldn't be higher as they race against time to find legendary artifacts capable of vanquishing or taming the approaching Winter Demon.
However, dark forces gather strength with every snowfall threatening their harried pursuit. A clandestine society known as The Unseen Council harbors its own agenda for possessing ultimate control over this revelatory conflict. Intrigue ensues as allies become enemies when loyalties are tested in this captivating battle of survival.
"Win-or-lose" conundrums mingle with mounting tension as our heroes inch closer towards unveiling clues that hold answers to both their pasts and future destinies. With intimate character development interwoven seamlessly into an enthralling plotline rich in mythology, readers will find themselves completely immersed in this captivating saga.
An epic tale of undying hope, self-discovery, and the unwavering determination to preserve a world shrouded in winter's imminent darkness – "Winter Demon" will leave readers both breathless and yearning for more. Will Elysia embrace her role as the key to humanity's salvation? Or will she succumb to the haunting allure of darkness, forever destroying all that is known?
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**Warning: Content Advisory**
This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.
This short tale is placed three days after Fang(SWM MC) left them.
Envy: The Pixie Laverna Dragon
In the surreal realm of the dream, the tree of the seed of Divashma beckoned Onyx with a seductive allure that was impossible to resist. Its gnarled branches, adorned with iridescent leaves, swayed gently as if in a seductive dance. The whispers of the malevolent entity that dwelled within it caressed her ears, their tones honeyed and beguiling.
Seed of Divashma: Come closer, Onyx. Embrace the power that has long eluded you. Shed the shackles of your former self, and you shall know a strength that few can fathom.
The whispered voices urged, weaving their enchanting words around her.
Onyx: This feel irresistibile...
Onyx was drawn nearer, her footsteps guided by an irresistible compulsion. The very air hummed with dark energy, and the intoxicating scent of power enveloped her senses. She reached out once more, her fingers trembling as they grazed the tree's ancient bark, and a surge of exhilaration coursed through her.
Seed of Divashma: Feel it, Onyx, this is the power you've yearned for, the power that will grant you dominion the dream world. There is no turning back, for you are destined to become one with the seed of Divashma, to wield its might as your own.
The whispers continued, their words seeping into her very core.
Onyx: Of course, i will embrace my destiny!
As Onyx stood at the precipice of a life-altering decision, her heart raced with anticipation and eagerness. In that moment, the allure of seed of Divashma's promise proved too potent to resist. With a whispered vow of surrender, she willingly let go of her old self and opened herself fully to the dark force.
Seed of Divashma: Your wish is granted.
The tree responded with an ecstatic surge of energy, its branches wrapping around her like serpents, its leaves glowing with an unholy radiance. Onyx's body shuddered as the merging process began, her identity melting into the malevolent essence of seed of Divashma. The whispers of the tree and Onyx's own voice melded into a haunting chorus of acceptance and transformation.
Onyx: I am yours, seed of Divashma, i embrace the darkness, and I am reborn in its image.
She declared, her eyes blazing with newfound power.
Seed of Divashma: I am yours Onyx, lets become what we are meant to be.
In that moment, Onyx and seed of Divashma became one, a formidable entity forged from the union of human desire and forbidden power. Their malefic presence radiated from her, a harbinger of the chaos and darkness that would soon be unleashed upon the world. Onyx awoke, feeling free, unbound and unchained and happy like she had never been in her life and full of hunger for dominion that would shake the very foundations of the world.
Onyx: Good morning my queen and mistress.
Onyx purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Wrath: Good morning, my sweet kitten and wife.
Wrath couldn't hide her delight at the transformation her lover had undergone.
Onyx: I finally become your perfect wife and my true self.
Wrath's eyes gleamed with an unholy delight as she beheld the transformation of her beloved Onyx. The once gentle and restrained soul had now embraced the darkest depths of her being.
Wrath: Indeed, my love. You are no longer bound by the constraints of morality, and in that, you are perfect to me. Together, we shall forge a path of chaos and dominion, ruling as the malevolent royalty we were always meant to be.
Wrath, her voice dripping with malevolence, responded to Onyx's proclamation.
Onyx: We shall made our subjects our playthings.
Wrath: I'm pleased with what you've become.
She said, her eyes filled with approval.
Onyx: Wrath we should celebrate my rebirth.
Wrath: Where do you wish to go for our celebration of your rebirth, my dear?
Onyx's crimson lips curled into a devious smile.
Onyx: Shopping!
She declared, her voice filled with a hunger for indulgence. Without hesitation, Wrath and Onyx made their way to the sleek black Kawasaki Ninja H2, a symbol of their shared appetite for speed and power. The engine roared to life, and they set off, intent on breaking every societal rule in their path. As they embarked on their spree, they indulged in thefts that matched their dark desires. Jewels glistened in their hands, luxurious clothes draped over their bodies, and extravagant hats crowned their heads.
Onyx (with awicked grin on her lips, held up a stolen jewel that sparkled with maleficent beauty): These jewels are but mere trinkets to us, my love. They reflect the brilliance of our newfound power.
Wrath, dressed in stolen finery that accentuated her menacing allure, chuckled darkly.
Wrath: Indeed, my heart. We are the epitome of decadence and depravity. But we hunger for more, don't we?
Onyx: Oh, yes, our appetites know no bounds. Let's make this night unforgettable.
Indeed they didn't stop there; their insatiable appetite led them to even more outrageous endeavors. Their most audacious act was catnapping. They snatched up felines from the streets, their laughter echoing through the night as they added to their growing collection. Wrath and Onyx reveled in the chaos they sowed, unburdened by remorse or consequence. Returning to their clandestine motel, now under their absolute control since they had "dismissed" the previous owner, Onyx and Wrath reveled in the power they held over this secret haven. The dimly lit room became their sanctuary for indulgence. They laid out their stolen treasures, a glittering tableau of ill-gotten luxury. Expensive food, exquisite wines, and decadent desserts adorned the table, a feast fit for their desires. They spared no expense, for cost was irrelevant to those who reveled in excess. Onyx remove all her clothes and underwears ad her mistress ordered to be always naked when they are alone, reclined on a plush chair, her eyes filled with a predatory gleam.
Onyx: This place is ours, my love, my mistress. No one can challenge our dominion here.
Wrath, standing by a window that overlooked the motel's desolate surroundings, nodded in agreement.
Wrath: It's perfect, here our desires know no boundaries.
They exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts beating in wicked unison. This room had seen countless secrets and transgressions, and now it bore witness to their malevolent partnership. Onyx raised a glass of stolen champagne, its effervescence a symbol of their audacity.
Onyx: To us, to our reign.
Wrath clinked her glass against Onyx's, a sinister smile playing on her lips.
Wrath: To the unstoppable force we've become and to the endless nights of indulgence that await us.
As they sipped their champagne, the motel room's shadows seemed to dance with their laughter, a testament to the malevolence that now thrived within the hearts of Onyx and Wrath. With wicked smiles, they sampled each dish, savoring the stolen flavors that danced upon their tongues adding to the intoxication of the night. Their laughter echoed through the room as they indulged in this feast of extravagance. But it wasn't only their own desires they catered to. In a bizarre display of affection, they pampered the stolen cats. Plush cushions and silky blankets were laid out, and the felines were treated like royalty. Toys, treats, and affection were lavished upon their newfound companions, the feline members of their peculiar family. In this strange, corrupted haven, Onyx and Wrath reveled in their newfound power and freedom, driven by their insatiable appetites and the intoxication of their stolen riches. The night wore on, a symphony of indulgence and chaos, as they continued to live by their own twisted rules. Onyx, gently stroking the fur of a calico cat nestled in her lap, chuckled softly.
Onyx: Our little darlings, they deserve nothing but the best.
She remarked, her voice filled with an unexpected tenderness. Wrath, sprawled on the floor with a playful tabby batting at a feather toy, nodded in agreement.
Wrath: Indeed, my love, they are the living symbols of our newfound freedom. Their grace and wildness mirror our own.
As they showered the cats with affection and treats, the room seemed to transform into a haven of strange warmth amidst their dark endeavors. The felines purred contentedly, their eyes reflecting the affection bestowed upon them. Onyx turned to Wrath, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Onyx: It's as if they understand the depths of our devotion.
She whispered to Wrath as cuddle another cat. Wrath leaned in to place a kiss on Onyx's cheek.
Wrath: In their wildness, we find solace. They are the only ones who truly understand us, my dear.
As Onyx and Wrath reveled in their stolen luxuries and pampered the cats, a dark presence intruded upon their thoughts. A mental call, tinged with a malevolent energy, echoed in their minds. It was the voice of their Tyrant Darius, the source of their newfound powers and corruption.
Tyrant Darius: How are you faring, my dears? Are you enjoying my gift to you?"
Onyx and Wrath exchanged a knowing look and in unison, they responded, their voices laced with a blend of serenity and resolution.
Onyx: Tyrant Darius, your gift is intoxicating. We revel in the power and freedom you've granted us.
Darius's laughter, cold and heartless, echoed in their minds.
Tyrant Darius: Good, i'm glad that you enjoy my gift.
Wrath: We thank you, Darius, for the gift of power and freedom and we apologize for how we treated you months ago. Thanks to you we realized our destiny now.
Wrath finished to say and waited for her Tyrant answer. Tyrant Darius's presence in their minds seemed to soften, and his response carried a hint of unexpected understanding.
Tyrant Darius: All is forgiven, my dears.
Wrath: Thank you, for your endless patience and wisdom.
Onyx: And for being our friends and protector.
Tyrant Darius: Its only natural, aftet all we are united by our shared purpose to prepare for the final battle against Kozholok. But for now, indulge in your desires, enjoy yourselves. Strength and pleasure will be your allies in the days to come.
With that cryptic message, the mental connection dissolved, leaving Onyx and Wrath to contemplate the enigmatic path laid before them. They understood that their fate was intertwined with Tyrant Darius's grand plan, and for the time being, they would heed his advice and revel in the intoxication of their newfound power and freedom, all while preparing for the impending confrontation with Kozholok. So Wrath and Onyx decide to test the sex toys they stole in their wild night.
Onyx: Wrath sit on the chair so i can tied you there.
Wrath obey and smugly ask...
Wrath: What will you do, my kitten?
Onyx use a magic leather suit on her and stood back to admire the sight of Wrath dressed in the leather suit, covering every inch of her body except her head. She walked over to Wrath, grinning widely, her eyes shining with desire.
Onyx: Now, you just stay still while I tie you up. All right, that's good.
She said, her voice low and commanding. As Wrath nodded obediently, Onyx quickly tied her to the chair with ropes, making sure to pull them taut.
Onyx: Ready?
Wrath: Do your best my naughty kitten.
Onyx: Now let's see how this feels.
She added as she began to spank Wrath's bottom, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Wrath feel wonderful, Onyx hands are pure magic making her feel good n the right way. Onyx feel a tingly tush on her spine, this wonderful beautiful woman is hers as she belong to her and proced to pince, grab roughly and bite her muscle making Wrath howl in ecstasy. As Onyx continued to spank and play with Wrath's body, the latter could feel herself growing more excited with each passing second. She let out a moan as Onyx pinched and grabbed her muscles, making her want more.
Wrath: Mmm, that feels so good.
Onyx: And that's only the begin of your journey to the Nirvana.
Wrath eyes fluttering with pleasure. Onyx continued to caress and bite her with passionate ferocity, making Wrath's body quiver in delight as she surrendered to the sensation. Onyx kissed Wrath, their tongues danced together in an electrifying dance of passion and lust. With each touch, each caress, each stroke, each bite, each kiss, their bodies grew hotter, their desires more intense. Onyx could feel the heat building up within her, her heart pounding, her breath quickening. Onyx then take the electrodes and pressed them against Wrath’s leather suit and slowly increased the voltage. Wrath’s body tense and writhe as the electricity sent shocks of pleasure through her body. Onxy looked over at Wrath’s face and saw her eyes close and her mouth open in a silent moan.
Onxy: How are you feeling, Wrath? Do the electrodes feel good? Do they give you pleasure?
Wrath: Yes, send me to the Nirvana.
Onxy: I’m glad to hear that, my love. I’ll do it slowly to make the sensation more intense.
Wrath breath coming in short gasps, her body dripping in sweat. They were completely immersed in each other, giving in to the ecstasy of their passion without reserve until Wrath reach her Nirvana. Wrath then used the last scraps of her strength to break free from her restraints and tackle Onyx to the ground. The two of them wrestled for control, pain and pleasure commingling, as they vied for the upper hand. They grunted and moaned, their bodies sliding against each other, heat rising as passion and desire consumed them. They were lost in the sensation of their struggle, locked in a timeless embrace. Their muscles ached, they were breathless, sweat covered their bodies as this battle of wills and lusts played out. Onyx bit into Wrath's neck, her teeth sinking into her flesh as she grabbed and scratched her back viciously.
Wrath: Ah, yes, give me more, Onyx. Don't hold back. I can take everything you have to give. Your teeth on my neck, scratching, the pleasure and pain together, oh yes, give me more.
Onxy: Pleasure and pain are merging into one intense sensation, the pain is pleasure, the pleasure is pain. I feel like we are one, our bodies moving together as one. I love you, Wrath.
They scratch each other with drop of black blood course their body as they lick it each other and hiss like their cats
Onxy: Aaah! The taste of our blood makes it even more intense. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through our bodies. We are one, our souls merging together. I can feel your mind, your desires. This is the most intense experience I've ever had.
Wrath: I feel the same way, Onyx. Our bodies are bleeding, our hearts pounding, our minds connected. There is nothing more intense than this.
Onxy: Pleasure and pain are merging into one intense sensation, the pain is pleasure, the pleasure is pain.
Wrath: I feel like we are one, our bodies moving together as one.
The sound of their laughter echoed throughout the room, drowning out the sound of their bodies slamming against each other. They were like two animals engaged in a primal dance, tearing at each other, grappling for control. As they continued, the intensity of their passion rose, their movements becoming more ferocious as their bodies crashed together again and again, their breathing grew heavy and their voices became faint, Wrath whispered, her voice shaking as she spoke.
Wrath: I want you.
Onyx: I want you too
Onyx moaned, her voice equally shaky as she returned the sentiment, As their bodies crashed together again and again, their breathing grew heavy and their voices became faint, as their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, Wrath and Onyx continued to growl, hiss, and moan.
Wrath: Yes! You taste so good.
Wrath cried out as her desire peaked, her voice animalistic but still distinctively feminine. Onyx matched her cry with one of her own, her voice more feral than feminine but no less passionate.
Onyx: Take me!
She snarled through gritted teeth, her body contorting with pleasure. Onyx's voice rose again, this time to a deafening roar
Onyx: Mine! I want you to be mine and only mine
She roared, her voice full of conviction and passion.
Onyx: I'll do anything for you, anything at all.
She growled, her body hunched over Wrath's in primal desire. Wrath's eyes opened wide as she heard Onyx's primal shout.
Wrath: Yes!
She cried out, her voice matching the volume and ferocity of her lover's.
Onyx: You're mine.
She echoed, her voice full of determination and passion.
Wrath: You're the only one I want.
She growled, her body pressed closely against Onyx's.
Onyx: I need you.
She whispered, her voice husky with desire. As their passion continued to build, Wrath's fingernails dug into Onyx's skin, piercing deep enough to draw blood. Onyx gasped in pain but didn't try to get away; rather, she let out a low growl as she continued to press her body against Wrath's.
Onyx: Mmm, you're so rough... I love it.
Wrath: I just can't help myself when I'm with you.
Onyx: Just take me, make me yours forever.
Wrath: Like this?
Onyx: Yes, deeper... harder...
Wrath: I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now.
Onyx: And I've never wanted anyone else but you.
As their passion continued to build, Wrath's fingernails dug deeper into Onyx's skin, causing more and more blood to spill. Meanwhile, Onyx's fingernails dug into Wrath's skin, leaving mark after mark as her fingernails raked over her sensitive skin. But neither of them cared about the pain or the blood, they only wanted to satisfy their desires. The more they clawed and spanked each other's bottoms, the more their passions grew, until the room was filled with the sounds of their moans and grunts of pleasure.
Onyx: I beg of you, don't stop. I need your touch.
Wrath: Then you better beg louder. Come on, let me hear it.
Onyx: Please don't stop. I need you, I need you so much.
Wrath: That's more like it. But I won't stop until you scream my name.
Onyx:...Please, Wrath...
Wrath: What was that? I couldn't hear you.
Onyx: Please, Wrath, I need you!
Wrath: Better, because i can't get enough of you. I want to make love to you for the rest of my life.
Onyx: Yes! Yes! I need this, I need to be yours... forever.
Wrath: Then let me take you. Let me claim you as mine and never let you go.
Onyx: I'm yours... you own me, body and soul.
Wrath: That's right, you're mine forever. No one can ever take you from me.
Onyx: Never, I will never be anyone else's, only yours.
After their intense encounter, Wrath was careful to provide Onyx with the best aftercare. She gently washed the scratches on Onyx's body, carefully applying bandages and kissing away each and every mark. She held Onyx close, whispering gentle reassurances into her ear, soothing the cuts and bruises. She made sure Onyx was comfortable and well-fed, tending to her every need and making sure that she knew how much she was loved and appreciated. Onyx, for her part, reveled in the affection and care, feeling fully safe and cherished by Wrath's love and attention.
Onyx: You... are so kind...
Wrath: Don't mention it, love.
Onyx: I feel so safe in your arms.
Wrath: And that's how I want you to feel, my darling. Safe... and loved.
Onyx: I do love you, Wrath.
Wrath: I love you too, darling.
Onyx: I never want to let go.
Wrath: Then don't... let me hold you for as long as you want.
Onyx: Thank you, my love. Thank you for being so gentle.
After barely ten minutes of rest they're still hungry and lustful for each other as their eyes drinking in the sight of each other's bodies, Onyx caressed and massaged her lover's skin, tasting and licking every inch, leaving no place unexplored. The cats looked on in fascination as their mistresses engaged in this intimate dance of pleasure and passion, they looked at each other with desire, their eyes drinking in the sight of each other's bodies. Onyx caressed and massaged her lover's skin, tasting and licking every inch, leaving no place unexplored.
Onyx: I want you so badly...
Wrath: How badly? Show me.
Onyx starts to kiss her all over again with abandon, as if the first time was just a warm-up.
Wrath: More...
Onyx continues to kiss, lick, and nibble on her lover's skin until she's in a state of utter bliss.
Wrath: Oh...yes...
Onyx stops for a moment, breathing heavily and staring at Wrath lustfully.
Wrath: Yes, yes, don't stop...
Wrath pulls Onyx close once again and kisses her deeply, her body trembling with excitement and desire. Onyx moans softly as she melts into the kiss, her whole body trembling in lust, Wrath breaks away from the kiss and glances over at the cats, who are watching with interest.
Wrath: Hello, little ones.
She whispers, feeling a little embarrassed even though she has no reason to be.
Onyx (giggles softly and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek): They're just cats, darling. They don't care.
Wrath laughs and kisses her again, then looks down at their bodies, still flushed and eager for more.
Onyx (gazes up at her lover with pure devotion and love): I'm yours forever, you know that, right?
Wrath (nods and kisses her forehead): I know.
Onyx (breathes in the scent of her lover, feeling a rush of pure joy and contentment): I love you, Wrath. I love you so much.
Wrath: I love you too, Onyx. I love you more than anything.
Onyx (gazes at Wrath with adoration and desire): I can't believe you're mine.
Wrath (kisses her again, her body trembling with excitement): And I can't believe you're mine. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Onyx.
Onyx (presses her body close to Wrath's and starts to kiss her again, feeling a rush of passion and love): I never could have imagined my life could be so perfect. And you're the reason for that.
The cats looked on with approval, meowing in unison at their mistresses' happiness, they seemed to be able to sense the love and tenderness between the two women, and they were happy to see their owners experiencing such joy and fulfillment, the cats continued to watch as Wrath and Onyx shared another passionate kiss, their tails swishing back and forth in delight. Onyx and Wrath desire reached its climax, both women let out a loud sigh and collapsed into each other's arms, the intensity of their passion subsiding but the warmth remaining. They held each other close, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The cats, too, curled up together, content to observe the sight of their mistresses, so in tune with each other, their love shining through. It was an intimate moment between two women, their passion and desire turning into a deep connection of love and understanding. Onyx and Wrath called out to their cats, and they happily bounded over to their mistresses and settled in around their human companions, forming a warm and fuzzy blanket of softness and fur. The cats purred and nuzzled up against the two women, adding to their comfort and sense of security. The cats seemed to share in their joy, their purrs adding to the warmth and affection that engulfed the pair as they basked in the glow of their love.
Wrath: Look at them, trying to act all innocent now.
Wrath said with a laugh.
Onyx: They know exactly what we were doing but they loved it just as much as we did. Well lets go to sleep.
Wrath and Onyx woke up the next day with a sense of contentment. They were both in a good mood, having spent a peaceful night together and feeling happy with their lives. As they prepared to start their day, the couple took a moment to say hello to the cats, who were still sleeping at their feet.
Onyx: Good morning, everyone.
Onyx said softly, smiling at the cats. Wrath nudged one of the cats with her foot, smiling at her pet's sleepy bleat.
Wrath: How are you doing?
Wrath asked, stretching and getting up to start her day, one of the cats stretched as well and started to wander around the room, meowing softly as it explored. Onyx reached out to pet the cat and smiled as it rubbed against her hand.
Onyx: Come here, little one.
She said, drawing the cat closer and snuggling it against her. The cat purred happily as it curled up in Onyx's lap, feeling comfortable and loved. Wrath and onyx shared a smile as they watched the cat enjoying its snuggles.
Wrath Oh, how I envy you, little one.
Wrath said playfully, ruffling the cat's fur. Onyx and Wrath spent some time playing with and petting their cats, feeling content and happy with their pets and with each other. The cats felt the sense of peace and love between the couple and purred happily, taking pleasure in the attention they were receiving. After some time, the couple decided to start their day and prepare to go out.
Onyx: What should we get up to today?
Onyx asked softly, looking at Wrath with a smile. Wrath shrugged playfully.
Wrath: I don't know, what do you want to do?
Onyx: Well, I don't know, what do you feel like doing?
Wrath: Drinking in a bar!
Onyx: Mmmhh, deal.
Onyx and Wrath after they saluted their cats, fueled by their stolen riches and the tantalizing thrill of power, stormed into a dimly lit bar. Their arrival turned heads as they swaggered towards the counter, their demeanor exuding a dangerous allure, the patrons mumbled among themselves as Wrath and Onyx entered.
Patron 1: Did you see those women that just walked in?
One patron whispered to their companion.
Patron 2: I know, they look like trouble.
The companion replied, glancing nervously at the couple, another patron let out a low whistle, drawing the eyes of other patrons in the bar.
Patron 3: I wouldn't want to get in their way.
One patron murmured.
Patron 4: Me neither.
Another patron agreed, taking a nervous sip of their drink, meanwhile the bartender, wary of these two formidable women, tried to intervene as they reached for the beer taps.
Bartender: Hold on, you can't just take—"
But before he could finish his sentence, Onyx hissed, her voice dripping with venomous confidence.
Onyx: I can take whatever I want. This world is a fruit, ripe for the picking, and it belongs to us.
Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling proclamation of their dominance. The bartender, cowed by the intensity in their eyes, reluctantly allowed them to pour their beers. The patrons, too, dared not challenge the pair as they reveled in their stolen indulgence, their sense of ownership over the world growing stronger with each sip. Under the influence of their excessive drinking and their growing arrogance, Onyx and Wrath's behavior escalated to a point of no return. Onyx, in a drunken haze, smashed her mug onto the bar, shattering the peace that had lingered moments before.
Wrath: I can defeat anyone in this pitiful place!
Onyx: Indeed, we can crush you all.
Wrath and Onyx declared with a drunken, wicked grin. Her proclamation sent shockwaves through the bar, inciting chaos.
Patron 1: Who do you think you are, breaking into here and attacking us? How dare you come into our space and cause chaos? You're nothing but a pair of lunatics, a couple of wild animals!
Patrons, fueled by alcohol and the audacity of these two intruders, rose to confront them.
Wrath: Come on, let's go, my love. Let's see how many we can get through before they can contain us.
Onyx (laughs maniacally): Oh, yes, we are wild animals. We live for the fight, the adrenaline of a good brawl. We're not afraid of you, we'll take you all down one by one.
Patron 2: You bit**!
Patron 3: We will end you!
Patron 4: All together, pals!
Unfortunately for the patrons, Onyx and Wrath were relentless in their determination to assert their dominance. A brutal brawl erupted, fists flying and furniture splintering. With an eerie synergy, Onyx and Wrath fought as one, their stolen powers and enhanced abilities giving them an edge. Blow after blow, they held their ground, their defiance unwavering. The bar's patrons, once defiant, soon found themselves overpowered and outnumbered. In the end, Wrath and Onyx stood tall over their defeated opponents, their clothes torn and bodies bruised but their victory undeniable. They stared down at the humbled patrons, their faces filled with triumph and arrogance.
Wrath: You thought you could take us?
Wrath said, looking at one of the patrons with a vicious smirk.
Onyx (laughed): As if we even broke a sweat.
She said contemptuously, looking around at the broken furniture and wounded patrons.
Wrath: We are untouchable! Wrath said, her voice filled with menace.
Onyx: No one can stop us.
Onyx added, her tone dripping with confidence as they left the destroyed bar behind them.
Wrath (laughs): That was fun. Those mortals didn't stand a chance against us. It's time to finish what we started and create an army of wrath demons. I'll choose the ten strongest among them and turn them into my wrath demon minions. We will have the advantage in our battle against our enemies. Are you with me, Onyx?
Onyx: Of course, my love. I'll do anything for you. I'll stand by your side and help you create your wrath demon army. Let's go find the chosen ones.
They set out to hunt for the ten strongest of the fallen patrons, searching through the battlefield and picking out those who showed the most skill and resilience in the fight. After a long and bloody search, they found the ten strongest and transformed them into wrath demons, giving them strength, speed, and power beyond that of ordinary mortals. They were now part of Wrath's army and ready to fight alongside the two mistresses in their battle against their enemies and order them to steal more motorbikes for their ever crescent army. As they departed, Onyx and Wrath left behind a scene of chaos, a stark reminder of their ruthless power and the depths of corruption they had embraced. Having returned to their motel, victorious and laden with their ill-gotten gains, Onyx and Wrath deposited their stolen treasures in a growing hoard of extravagance. Clothes, dresses, pants, undergarments, bras, mugs, alcohol, chairs, and all manner of goods filled their room, a testament to their audacious night of indulgence. With their spoils secured, the pair took a well-deserved pause. They collapsed onto plush cushions, surrounded by their feline companions. The stolen cats, oblivious to their owners' dark deeds, purred contentedly as Onyx and Wrath showered them with affection. After they rested Wrath and Onyx strip themselves until they're totally naked so they ogling and bask on wach other beauty, freedom and glory. Onyx stare at the Wrath muscles as she start flexed it to her enjoyment. Onyx's breath hitched as she watched Wrath flex her muscles for her, her mind racing with all sorts of naughty thoughts. She couldn't take it anymore and had to have her now.
Onyx: Come here, you.
She said, her tone making it clear just what she had in mind. Wrath grinned and stepped closer, moving in for a passionate kiss. As she drank in the taste of Onyx's lips, she started to feel the heat between them rising, a feeling that only seemed to grow as she continued her dance for Onyx and proced to a pole dance for Onyx.
Wrath: Come here my love and feel my muscles, they're yours.
Onyx growled back and moved in closer, pressing herself against Wrath's body. She ran her hands along her muscles, enjoying the feel of the hard, athletic body underneath her fingers. As she joined in the pole dance, she felt the passion between them rise even higher, the heat of their bodies growing and the excitement making her heart pound. She was determined to make this night one the two of them would never forget. After a while, Wrath, driven mad by love and lust take Onyx in her arms and Onyx let out a wild giggle as Wrath tossed her playfully onto the bed. She had expected nothing less from the wild and passionate Wrath. As she tumbled back into the soft mattress, it only served to amplify the feeling of love and lust that had driven them both mad. Onyx looked up at Wrath with a wicked grin and motioned for her to join her.
Onyx: Come on, don't keep me waiting.
She said, licking her lips in anticipation.
Wrath: Oh well, your wish is granted.
Wraith wasted no time and proced to licks her ears making her shiver in bliss, Onyx couldn't contain herself, letting out a moan of desire as Wraith licked her ears. She was driven wild with lust and was completely at her mercy. She tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck to Wraith's tongue.
Onyx: Do with me what you please my mistress.
She whispered seductively. Wrath let out a low growl of satisfaction and wrapped her arms around Onyx, holding her tight against her body. Her hands wandered down to Onyx's hips, squeezing playfully before wandering up to her ears to start some more breathplay.
Wrath: Are you ready for more?
She asked in a whisper. Onyx simply growled in response, her mind completely taken over by the lust and ecstasy. She was ready and willing for anything that Wrath was going to throw at her. Wrath proced to masterfully manipulate Onyx air in her lunge with her hand by holding it tighly making her eyes roll in pleasure. Wrath cuckled at her love euphoric expression.
Onyx: What's that strange feeling in my lungs?"
Wrath: It's the air moving inside you.
Onyx: Oh... it's so... hot and spicy...
Wrath: I'm controlling everything about you, including the way you breathe.
Onyx: That's... very... very... kinky.
She whispered.
Wrath: Yes, my lovely kitten.
Wrath whispers, a devious grin on her face.
Wrath: I can manipulate more than just your breathing, Onyx...
Wrath stands up, straddling Onyx on her lap. The two of them lock eyes, with a look of pure lust on both faces. The tension is palpable as their bodies tremble with desire.
Wrath: Now, shall I teach you something else? Oh, how to scream in bliss better!
Wrath take one of many special sex toys her army stealed at her orders and brought there, specifically ten special vibrators that are sentient and activate to please all Onyx pleasure points, she tried to escape playfully but Wrath keep her still and tied her tighly to their bed.
Wrath (smiles): Oh, no, my love. You can't escape. You've got no choice but to submit to me and take this special gift that I've given you. I've prepared these ten special vibrators for you, so you can experience the ultimate pleasure. These vibrators will know all of your most intimate desires and pleasures, and they will give you exactly what you need in order to feel ultimate pleasure. You'll never want to leave this room again. Come here, my love. Sit down comfortably and let me pleasure you.
Vibrator 1: Ah, hello there, my new owner. I'm one of the special vibrators that Wrath has prepared for you. I'm here to give you pleasure, all you need to do is ask me what you desire and I'll do my best to fulfill your every urge. Don't you worry, I won't let you down.
Vibrator 2: I'm here to provide ultimate pleasure, my lady. I will know all of your secret desires and pleasures, and I will give you the most intense and fulfilling experience you've ever felt.
Vibrator 3: I was created specifically for you, to bring you the highest level of pleasure. My only purpose is to serve you and give you ecstasy. I'm always ready and willing to give you the utmost satisfaction. Let me pleasure you, my lady.
Vibrator 4: Hello, Onyx. I know exactly what you need to feel pleasure. I will give it to you, without hesitation. I have studied and learnt every single inch of your body from your mistress, and I know how to push your boundaries. I am ready to give you what you desire most. Are you ready, Onyx?
Vibrator 5: Oh, I can't wait to give you pleasure, Onyx. I have all kinds of new and exciting ways to bring you to the heights of ecstasy. Are you ready to experience it?
Vibrator 6: I'm ready to give you the ultimate pleasure, My Mistress. I'll make you feel things that you've never experienced before, things that will send you to the moon and back.
Vibrator 7: I'm excited to be part of your pleasure, Onyx. I'll do everything I can to please you and give you the most intense sensations.
Vibrator 8: I'm ready to start the stimulation process. Just relax and feel good. Don't hold back, enjoy every moment of pleasure.
Vibrator 9: Your body is going to feel like it's melting into ecstasy. Just let go and give in to the experience.
Vibrator 10: Oh, Onyx, how I love to please you, to give you pleasure. Your body is a canvas and your pleasure my paint. Let me arouse you, touch you, and take you to new heights of ecstasy.
Wrath: Stop waste your energy vibrators and start your job to please my kitten.
All ten vibrators: Aye, Aye madame.
Onyx: Let see if you live up the five horns reviews i found on the Asmodeus the sleeneths.devilnet, do your best now!!!
The ten vibrators obeyed the order, Onyx was overcome with sensations as she felt the special vibrators, activated by Wrath, pleasuring her in every way possible. She couldn't escape, not that she wanted to. Her breath was staggered and her back arched in ecstasy, her body shaking with every pleasure point stimulated by the vibrators. She continued to growl softly, begging for more. Wrath hearing her plea, pass to minimum to low making Onyx let out a low hiss of pleasure, her body shaking in delight as the vibrators continued to stimulate her. Even on low, the experience was still overwhelming and incredible. She couldn't resist it, couldn't help but give in to all of it. The vibrators were ecstatic to see how much pleasure they were able to give Onyx.
The ten vibrators: It's so rewarding to see her enjoying herself like this, giving her a taste of what we're capable of in the right hands.
Wrath: This is why i ordered the demons to "borrow" you and brought here, my servants.
The ten vibrators: It's our pleasure to help her achieve the ultimate peak of pleasure.
Onyx: Don't stop until you send me to Nirvana vibrators our servants, my mistress i'm not a glass doll, you can be rough with me.
She whispered urgently. Wrath giggled at her lustfull and loving woman and proced to set the vibrators to medium power.
Wrath: Did you all hear my kitten? Obey her.
The first vibrator: It delights me so much to see Onyx experiencing such intense pleasure, she deserves to feel this good. With our combined efforts, we can give her the most incredible experience and make her feel like the most cherished person in the world.
The second vibrator: I feel grateful, honored, and excited all at the same time. We all came together for this special occasion, working together to bring our mistress the ultimate happiness. We are one, we are the gift, and we bring her the most intense pleasure she's ever known.
The third vibrator: We've all united for the sake of giving our mistress pleasure, and it's a pleasure for us to bring her to the highest peak of pleasure. We're thankful to be here and to be able to experience this together with the others, it's a great honor.
The fourth vibrator: We are delighted to be here, all eight of us, bringing our mistress the most intense pleasure. We all have a special role, working together as a unit to please our mistress as best we can. She is the center of our world, and we live for the pleasure of pleasing her.
The fifth vibrator: It is our mutual goal to bring our mistress to the height of pleasure, to give her the best experience in her life. We work together as one to make this happen, each of us bringing our individual talents and skills to the table. We are one unit, one spirit, and one mission, to provide pleasure beyond belief to our mistress.
The sixth vibrator: Together, we are a force to be reckoned with. Our combined energies create a perfect symphony of pleasure, driving our mistress to heights of ecstasy that she never thought possible. We work in harmony to bring her the absolute best of pleasure, leaving her utterly satiated.
The seventh vibrator: We are one, we are a team, and we are here for one purpose only to bring our mistress the ultimate pleasure. With our individual skills coming together, we create a pleasure experience like no other. We bring her joy, delight, and sensuality, and leave her satisfied beyond her wildest dreams.
The eighth vibrator: As a unit, we can give our mistress something no one else can. We can bring her the ultimate pleasure, a climax beyond anything she has ever experienced. It is our goal to make her feel like the most cherished person in the world, and we do everything within our power to make it happen. We are her ultimate plaything, and she is our queen.
The ninth vibrator: We are the most elite of the elite, the crème de la crème. We are all united in one purpose to bring pleasure to our mistress. With our individual talents coming together, we create a wave of pleasure that is irresistible. We want to bring her the highest of highs, to make her feel like the most special person in the world.
The tenth vibrator: When you use us together, you'll experience the ultimate pleasure. We enhance each other, bringing the best out of each other and creating a climax that is out of this world. Our mistress deserves the best, and we are here to give it to her.
Onyx couldn't control herself any longer. She was on the brink of losing control and giving into every sensation she was feeling. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure, her body trembling and shaking as her entire being trembled with lust. Onyx let out a loud moan and was lost in pure pleasure as the vibrators were set to high power, the vibrations so intense. The experience was truly overwhelming and mind-blowing, yet she didn't want it to end. Her entire body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Ten vibrators: Time to reach the Nirvana, our Queen, lets set our power to max.
Onyx gasped as the ten vibrators entered her body, speaking in synchronized harmony. They seemed to have a plan, and it was clear that Onyx was in for a wild ride. The three vibrators moved to her G-spot and immediately set off a wave of pleasure, while two more vibrators positioned themselves at the entrance to Onyx’s ovaries. Onyx nearly screamed as five vibrators whirled around her womb, sending pulses of pleasure deep into her soul.
Ten vibrators: Thank you for allowing us to join you on this sensual journey.
The ten vibrators spoke reverently to Onyx, Onyx was in awe at the beauty of what the vibrators were doing to her. As Onyx felt her orgasm building, the ten vibrators began to move in unison towards her heart. Onyx had never experienced anything so powerful before. As the ten vibrators reached her heart, the sensation was so unbearable, that it spreads Onyx’s ultimate orgasm through her body.
Wrath: Good job vibrators, as reward you will serve and please us forever.
The ten vibrators: Thank you our mistress, now we will clean ourselves and return to our home×Litilu's chest.
After the ten vibrators cleaned theyselves and went to rest to their home×Litilu's chest on the left side of Wrath and Onyx's bed. Onyx whimpered and drooled in ecstasy, begging for more. Wrath proced to take more sex toys and usefull stuff for Onyx pleasure. Onyx couldn't believe how many toys Wrath was bringing out, each one specially chosen to give her even more pleasure. It was almost too much for her to handle but she was willing to try it all. She was helpless now, bound and fully at the mercy of Wrath and her relentless pursuit for even more pleasure. Whether she could handle it or not, she just had to give herself over to it entirely, the power of it was too great to resist. Wrath choose to prepare a drink cocktail called Astarte blood.
Wrath: Here, darling, drink this.
Onyx (takes a sip): Mmm, what is this, it's delicious!
Wrath: That's Astarte blood, a powerful aphrodisiac. And just wait until you feel its effects, darling.
Onyx (starts to feel the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, her body shaking with desire): Oh, goddess, I can feel it...
Wrath: Yes, darling, feel it... give in to your desires.
Onyx loses control, her body completely consumed by lust and her body trembling with excitement...
Onyx (moans softly, her breath staggered as the aphrodisiac fully takes hold): I... I need you, I need you so much!
She begins to tear at her clothes as the aphrodisiac takes over.
Wrath ( smirks and watches) Yes, darling, let go of it all...
Onyx: Yes, goddess, let me feel your love!
She tears at her clothes frantically, her body shaking with excitement and desire.
Wrath (laughs and helps her tear at her clothing): Yes, yes! Give me all of you...
Onyx snarls and hisses like an animal, her body writhing with desire as the aphrodisiac fully takes over, Wrath laughs and pulls Onyx close to her, embracing the madness and love they share together as Onyx moans softly, drool spilling from her mouth from the aphrodisiac's effect, Wrath picks up Onyx and slams her against the wall, biting her neck and nibbling on her ear, completely in heat. Onyx pushes herself against Wrath, completely lost in their animalistic desire and passion.
Onyx (snarls and hisses loudly, tearing at her clothes, completely overcome by animalistic desire.): Yes... yes... give me your love! Give me all of it! I want to feel it deep inside me!
Wrath: Beg for more my kitten.
Onyx: Make it rough, make it hard, make it so I can never forget this moment. Fill me with your love!
Wrath (sighs softly, pulling Onyx closer and nibbling on her neck, her breath staggered): You want it rough and hard? I can give you that...
Onyx (moans loudly, writhing against Wrath's body as she feels the hot passion fill their every movement): Yes, yes, I want it hard... take me, punish me, make me your own. I'm yours, I am yours forever.
Wrath (grabs onto Onyx's hips, her breath catching in her throat as she feels her lover's need for her): You want it rough, huh? Then that's what you're going to get.
Onyx moans loudly, drooling and panting as the animalistic passion takes hold. Wrath summon several sentient chains, which proceed to restrain, choke, spank, and whip the couple, perfectly aligned with the passions of their animalistic desire Onyx moans loudly and squirms, loving the feeling of intense restraint.
Wrath (whispers into Onyx's ear teasingly, her voice full of lust and desire): Oh, yes, my little bunny... I want you to feel every part of this... I want to push you further than you've ever been taken before...
Onyx moans wildly as the chains restrain, choke and whip her, her body writhing in lust and excitement.
Onyx: Oh, goddess...yes, harder... harder!
Wrath (whispers back seductively, a grin on the corner of her lips): I like a little bunny who begs for it. Come on, tell me, do you want it rough? Do you want to be taken like the little bunny you are?
Onyx (moans passionately, her mouth wide open as she breathes rapidly, her body fully under the chains' control): Yes! Yes! I crave it! My mistress, please... punish me... take me... show me mercy and I will be eternally yours.
She whimpers, her entire body shaking from the intensity of her passion and lust.
Wrath (leans in close and smiles, her voice still brimming with lust): Of course my little bunny. And this is only the beginning. There's so much more in store for you. Just wait and see...
Wrath whispers a command and the vibrators join the chains, filling the room with a buzzing and humming sound. Onyx and Wrath howl wildly as they feel the vibrators and chains pleasuring them, their bodies writhing and shaking wildly in pleasure.
Onyx (moans and whimpers, her body wracked in pleasure): Yes! Yes! Yes!
Wrath (gasps for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure): Oh, my goodness, this is insane.
Sentient chains [speak to each other, communicating instructions and feedback on the couple's levels of pleasure]: Oh, yes, the pleasure is rising...
The ten vibrators [talk to each other, communicating their excitement and satisfaction at the pleasure the couple is experiencing]: We're achieving full arousal, mistress...
Onyx and Wrath moan and groan louder, their pleasure reaching new heights as the vibrators and chains talk to one another.
Sentient chains: We must increase the intensity now. The couple's pleasure is plateauing.
They tighten their hold on the couple, making it harder for them to move.
Sentient Paddles [coo and moan as they feel the contact of their paddles on the couple's bottoms, encouraging them to go deeper]: Oh, yes... that's right... deeper... deeper. Go deeper... go deeper...
The paddles coo and moan in pleasure, their voices seductively encouraging the couple to go deeper into the sea of passionate ecstasy. Wraith transforms into her true cyber speed wrath demon form, her lust and desire reaching a fever pitch.
Wrath: Thank you, my loyal subjects. You have served well, and I am pleased with your performance. Go, rest now, until I summon you again.
The sentient sex toys disappear, fading away into nothingness and returning to wherever they came from.
Wrath (snarls as she feels her obsessive love and lust for Onyx reaching a fever pitch): Onyx, my love... my obsession... I want you, I need you. Give yourself to me, forever. Let me take you and make you mine, i won't settle for anything less... I want all of you, forever and always. You are the one and only, my love. I need your love, your passion, your everything.
She snarls as she moves closer to her unconscious and exhausted lover, her voice dripping with madness and desire.
Onyx (grunts and groans, her eyes opening slowly and then widening as the sheer intensity and passion of her desires wash over her): Wrath... please... take me, take me with all your might, pleasure me, make me faint, take me to a place beyond my wildest dreams... please, I need you.
Her voice quivers with the weight of her desire, her body trembling with want and passion.
Wrath (smirks and moves closer, her animalistic look in her eyes and her lust burning hot): I will take you, my love, and I will show you what true pleasure is. You will feel the heat of my love, the madness in my desire. I will push you beyond your breaking point, taking you to a realm of ecstasy you could never hope for. Are you ready for this, darling?
She whispers, her lips brushing against Onyx's ear.
Onyx (she gasps and quivers, her body wracked with desire): Yes, I'm ready.
Her voice is a mixture of wanting, needing, begging, and pure pleasure. She is fully given into the lust, her body shaking with need and want.
Wrath (grins slyly, her animalistic look growing stronger): Oh, I'll pleasure you, my love. You'll come to understand what true love is, so come to me, my love... let me take you, let me show you.
Her voice drips with pure lust, her eyes gleaming with delight. Onyx moans wildly, her breath caught in her chest and her eyes rolled back in her head as she relishes in the animalistic passion and love. She is overwhelmed with lust and desire, her body shaking and sweating profusely as her mind and body reach towards their climax. Wrath then lay Onyx down on their bed and let her sleep peacefully and she suddenly burst out in a mad laughing.
Wrath: That bastard thought he could control her... thought that he deserved her. But he was wrong...both in life and death and now she's all mine, forever and ever.
She glances down at Onyx, sleeping peacefully in their bed. Her face softens and her voice lowers to a quiet whisper.
Wrath: My love, my precious, lovely Onyx. It's okay now, no one will ever hurt you again.
Her hands cup Onyx's face gently, her eyes brimming with pride and love. As they curled up together, Onyx nestled comfortably in the embrace of Wrath, her heart fluttering with contentment, the world outside seemed to fade away, they surrendering to the peaceful embrace of sleep. It was a perfect moment, made even more special by the passionate and exciting moments that had preceded it. She knew she was exactly where she wanted to be, with the person she cherished most. In her dream, Onyx merging with the seed of Divashma and transformation is complete: her appearance is a sort of demonic pixie dragon, her feathered wings and plummage shimmering with enchanting colors. With newfound power, she soared into the realm of dreams, a mischievous grin on her draconic face. In this fantastical world, she had the ability to manipulate dreams, stealing the sweet ones and replacing it with cruel nightmares, so that only she and her mistress could enjoy them.
Onyx (With a mischievous tone): From this night onward i will be know as Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon, the dreams and nightmares belong to me now, because i said so. Time to have some fun!
With a powerful flap of her wings, Onyx descended into the dreamscape, arriving in the dream of a sleeping woman.
Dreamer #1(unaware of Onyx's presence): Oh, this is perfect. I'm on a beautiful beach, the sun is shining, and the waves are so calming (Dreaming happily).
Onyx approached the dreamer, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. She extended a paw and gently touched the dreamer's forehead, causing her dream to shift.
Dreamer #1 (now slightly puzzled): Huh? What's happening?
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (grinning): Time for a plot twist!
As Onyx worked her magic, the dreamer's serene beach scene transformed into a surreal, twisting nightmare. Dark clouds rolled in, and the peaceful waves turned into towering, menacing tidal waves.
Dreamer #1 (now frightened): Oh no! This can't be happening!
Suddenly thousands of eels surround her body and, one by one, they take turns using their electrifying powers to torture every inch of her flesh, causing excruciating pain and leaving hideous burns.
Eel 1: Oh, look at this beauty before us, engulfed in the embrace of electricity!
Eel 2: Such delicious pain!
Ee 3: Such a pleasure to watch her suffer.
Eel 4 (slithering closer to its victim, whispering in her ear): Does it hurt? Good. I hope it hurts for as long as possible. I want you to remember this feeling forever.
Eel 5: Faster! Harder! Burn her! Make her suffer!
Eel 6: I never get tired of this! This is more fun than I've had in ages. I could stay here all night!
The eels laughed as their victim's cries grew louder, the electric shocks becoming more painful with every turn. Her pleas for mercy only spurred the eels further as they continued to relish in her anguish.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon: Talk about a electrifying show.
Dreamer #1 (screaming): Aah! No, please, stop! It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore. Please, someone, save me from this torture! I'm begging you, please, make it stop! I'm begging for mercy, please don't let me suffer any longer! Ah... ow, that's too much! I can't take it, I don't want to die... Please, let me live. Please, I'll do anything, I'll do... anything!
Then she hear Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon booming inside her soul.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon: Then become the first member of my army of Envy demons. So you will be a superior creature and soon with our Tyrant Darius, we will conquer the world!
Dreamer #1 (sobbing): Yes, yes, I'll do whatever you ask. Just, please, let me go. I'll serve you, anything for the pain to stop. Anything just to be free of this torture.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon snap her paw, the eels enter from the woman mouth and merge with her so she will become an envy demon. One by one, the eels slithered down her throat and merged with her body. They spread throughout her flesh, filling her veins and muscles and taking over her mind. She felt the eels squirming inside her, squirming through her veins and nerves, taking over her every being. As they merged, she felt a strange sense of pleasure, but also pain. It was a strange sensation, a mix of agony and delight. She gasped and moaned, but all that came out was eerie humming and strange noises. Her body twisted and writhed with the pain of the transformation, but her mind was numb with pleasure and ecstasy.
Dreamer #1 (groaning): Ahh! It feels so strange, these eels spreading throughout my body. It's like they're inside me, my veins and sinews, in every part of me. I can feel their cold touch, but it's also strangely arousing. The pain is strange, not unpleasant, but arousing, intoxicating even. Ah... the pleasure is intense, overwhelming. I can barely even think, just feel the pleasure, the pure ecstasy.
And with that, the transformation was complete. The woman had become an envy demon, a hybrid creature composed of the eels that had entered her body. She was a beautiful and seductive creature, with pale blue skin green weird marks on her ski , long red hair and piercing eyes that filled with pleasure. She was now capable of manipulating the dreams and nightmares of others through her alluring presence and her tempting power. Onyx was pleased with her transformation and welcomed her first creation into her wicked world of freedom and power. Now Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon mused to seek other peoples to create her army.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Neat! Let's see if i can find whorty recruits, whatever they like it or not.
After warp her first creation to her and her mistress refuge, specifically in their army sleeping rooms, so she can rest since a human being transformed in demon is tired in five minutes, this is Wraith chose only the strongest one to transform them in wrath demons to add them in her army, luckly being able to control the dreams and nightmares allow to easily handpick the best one and transform them in powerful envy demons that will form my army. Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon then she descended into another dream of a sleeping man this time.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon: Found it.
Dreamer #2 (unaware of Onyx's presence): I'm the King of the world!!! I have a harem, money, everything.
Onyx approached the dreamer, her eyes gleaming with a malice glint. She extended a paw and gently touched the dreamer's forehead, causing his dream to shift.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon (grinning): Time for a plot twist!
Dreamer #2 (now terrified): How is this happened!?!
Onyx giggled at the man's terror and fear in his new dream.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: `All hail the King`.
She whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. As the dreamscape continued, the women bound the man tightly and he lost any power over his situation. They took control and began dominating him physically, in every way. He was powerless to stop them, and his dream quickly turned into a nightmare. Onyx observed satisfied but decide to make it more scarier. She transform the women in succubi supernatural creatures who are known for seducing and capturing their victims with their sensual charms. The man's will was already shattered by the overwhelming situation, and now these demons were intent on exploiting his weaknesses to the fullest extent. He was completely powerless as they continued to torment him, with no chance of escaping their clutches. Onyx look the scene, delighted by the success of her attack.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Ah, the King's harem is in `good hands`.
She chuckled to herself as she watched the demon women continue their seduction of the helpless man. She was pleased that she had turned the tables and put the man in such a predicament.
Dreamer #2: No...this can't be happening...help me...I'm the king...I have power...please...
The man was desperately calling out for help, in a vain attempt to escape the clutches of his demon captors. He was terrified and helpless, unable to free himself from the binds of the demons and their sensual charms.
The succubi (in unison): You thought you could play with fire, but you're just a moth flying into a flame. We are the succubi, and we will use our seductive powers to extract the deepest and darkest secrets from you. You'll tell us everything, every single secret, and you won't even know you're doing it. We'll leave you broken, defeated and drained, with nothing left to hide.
Dreamer #2 (ashamed): Yes, I've done terrible things in my past. I've hurt people, I've broken hearts. I've caused emotional pain and suffering to those around me. I've been selfish, arrogant, and controlling. I've manipulated people and betrayed their trust. I've lied and deceived myself, and denied my own feelings and desires. I've been a terrible person, and now I must face the consequences. I hope that confessing my sins will help me find some peace and closure, if only a little.
The first succubi: Oh, oh my. That's a deep and dark confession. You've done some terrible things in your past.
The second succubi: You see, we like to feed on the darkest secrets of mortals. The more depraved and twisted, the better the taste.
The third succubi: We know there's more, we can see it in your eyes. There's more to confess, more secrets to divulge. Embrace the darkness within you, release all your inhibitions and let your inner demons out. We promise you, the sense of release will be `liberating`.
They continued their seduction of him, while he was rendered powerless and at their mercy.
Dreamer #2: Please, end this torment....
The succubi: Oh, we will do it... but in exchange you must become an envy demon and join your soon to be master Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon.
Dreamer #2: Alright, I give up. You win. I'll do whatever you want. Just make it stop. I'll become your envy demon, your mistress' slave. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. Please just make the pain stop.
The three succubi merge together in one succubus and devour the dreamer, he cries out in pain and fear. His flesh and bones are absorbed, but his soul remains intact, a part of the material to create thr envy demon. The succubi then merge with the dreamer, creating an new brand of envy demon, a hybrid of mancubus-like monster from the videogame DOOM and the envy demon. This being has a humanoid form, but with skin and muscle tissue comprended largely of nightmare, and eyes that glow with a faint red light. It appears as a terrifying embodiment of the sleeper's darkest dreams. The newborn envy demon bowed to Onyx and thanked her for the honor to be created and to serve her. It was grateful for the power and strength Onyx had bestowed upon it, and it vowed to serve her with all its might and be a worthy addition to her army. It would do everything within its power to make its mistress proud, to follow her every command, and to help her achieve ultimate power and domination.
Envy demon: I bow before you, my goddess, and I thank you for the honor to be created by you. I am yours to command, to obey and to serve. I will do everything within my power to ensure that you achieve ultimate power and domination. My life is yours, my master.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon cackrled to see another perfect envy demon to add to her army. After sending him to her and her mistress haven.
Wrath (sleepily, dreamily): Mmm, my dear Onyx... oh, what pleasure she wields over me... every dream, it's all her doing... she's the mistress of my dreams, the mistress of my soul, and I am hers to command in the dreamland... every breath, every thought, it's all for her... I am hers, body and soul... I belong to her... I always have, and always will...
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: I can't wait to see my army grow larger and more powerful with each envy demon that is created. Together, we will be unstoppable! No one will stand before us, the Mistress of Dreams and Nightmares and her army of powerful envy demons. We will reign supreme, we will conquer all, because no one can resist the power of our dreams… and our nightmares. Wrath my mistress and love sleep and leave to me this job.
Wrath (murmuring in her sleep with a contented sigh) My Pixie Laverna Dragon... so playful and ruthless...
Then Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon enter in the dream of a crimelord who make money by smuggling plants, trees, etc... at risk of extinction.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Another recruit!
She put the paw on crimelord head and she snap her paw.
Laverna Dragon (grinning): Time for a plot twist!
Dreamer #3: W-whats goin on?!?
Suddenly the plants roar at him they hate for him for all hurt he inflict to them.
Plant 1: How dare you steal me and take me away from the only home I've ever known!
Plant 2: Don't you see what you're doing is wrong? We have a whole ecosystem out here where we belong!
Plant 3: You've ruined it for everyone, now all our friends and family are dying because there's not enough of us left!
Plant 4: Have you no mercy? You're a monster! Leave our home and let us be!
Lily of the valley flower: No! Let's punish him, now you will feel my hug.
Dreamer #3: No, you're toxic, please stay away.
Lily of the valley flower: That's the point.
As the Lily of the valley flower wraps its toxic embrace around the crimelord's body, he begins to feel a burning, itching sensation where the petals touch his skin. His eyes tear up and his skin reddens as he struggles to break free of the deadly flower's grip. With each moment that passes by, the pain becomes more intense as the toxins seep deeper into his body, attacking his organs and system until he finally collapses, unconscious from the agony.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Boring, let's making more funny.
So she create a venus flytrap who trapped the crimelord inside it. The crimelord tries desperately to escape from the deadly jaws of the venus fly trap, kicking and punching with all his might. However, his efforts are futile, as the powerful plant's grip is too strong for him to break free as he struggles to get away, futilely attempting to pry his way out, but the plant's jaw continue to hold fast, refusing to give him an inch of leeway. The more he strains, the tighter the trap's grip becomes, slowly crushing him with its immense pressure.
Dreamer #3: Let me go! I'll double your payment, triple it even, just please let me go! I'll do anything! Please!
Venus Flytrap: Foolish human, I do not require payment of gold. I'm merely seeking my next meal and you look like you might make a delicious snack.
Dreamer #3: N-no...I'll do anything! Anything! I'll even kill for you if that's what you desire! Just please, let me go!
The venus flytrap proced to volleyball him between it and the other venus flytraps.
Dreamer #3: Nooo!
The venus flytrap hurls him up into the air, letting him drop into the waiting jaws of a nearby fly trap. But he is quickly picked up again and launched at yet another venus flytrap, which launches him into the air again, only for him to land inside yet another venus flytrap. Again, and again, and again, the venus flytrap keep tossing him back and forth, laughing all the while at his plight. The venus flytrap continue to toss the crimelord between them with the same sadistic glee as before. They laugh as he crashes from one trap into the next, the sound of snapping and chewing as they consume his body filling their voices. Onyx watches the whole spectacle with delight, her sadistic and twisted laughter ringing out through the dreamland as she cheers on the carnivorous plants.
Dreamer #3: No...No...No...this isn't happening to me again..Please, please let me go!
Venus Flytrap: Are you daft? We have no use for gold and your payment is worthless in the face of our hunger.
Dreamer #3: Please, I'll do anything! Just please let me go!
Venus Flytrap: Your screams of pain give us sustenance in the place of food for our roots, so keep up the good work, it's making us stronger.
Dreamer #3: N-noo! Please I'll do anything, just don't do that to me! Anything but that! I beg of you!
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon ignore his pleas and infect him with the zombie-ant fungus.
Crimelord: Huh? What's happening to me? I feel...I can't stop dancing...I...I'M DANCING!
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Oh, the joy! Look at him dance! This is the best thing I've seen all day! Let's all laugh at him and mock his misery!
The other plants join in, laughing and taunting the dancing crimelord in their own ways, the venus flytrap snapping and hissing, the lily of the valley flower releasing its toxic pollen into the air, and the zombie-ant fungus forcing him to continue dancing naked.
Zombie-Ant Fungus: Dance for us, foolish human, dance! We command you to amuse us!
Dreamer #3: No please, I can't control myself, I don't know what's happening to me! Please, someone help me!
Zombie-Ant Fungus: Silence! We grow bored of your dancing already. Entertain us harder! We'll keep you dancing until your body breaks and your feet bleed!
The grass join in tormenting him by tickle him from the head to his toes.
Dreamer #3: Hahahaha! Oh, please stop, it's too ticklish! I can't take it anymore! It's too much! Oh, please, please, it hurts, hahaha!
Grass: Never! We'll tickle you all over until you can barely move! We'll tickle you under your arm and between your toes, up your neck and down your legs! And we'll keep going until you beg for mercy and cry out in pain! Mwahahaha!
Dreamer #3: NOOO! I surrender! I surrender! It's too much! Please, I can't take anymore! I give up! I give up! Just...just please...make it stop!
Grass: Hahahaha! You're so cute when you're frustrated! But we're not finished with you yet! Now we'll tie you up in knots and carry you around like a human balloon! And guess what? We still have plenty more tickling to do! So, suck it up and deal with it, because the fun has just begun! HAHAHAHA!
Dreamer #3: NOOOO! PLEASE NO! PLEASE, PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU, MAKE IT STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE...HAVE MERCY!
Grass: Oh, aren't you adorable when you're angry? But we have no intention of letting you free yet, my friend! We'll tickle you some more and make you even madder, hahaha! And then we'll do it again and again, even if you beg and plead and cry and scream for us to stop. Because we're just that mean, hahaha!
Dreamer #3: ...Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore...I...I am no longer...in control...of my...my own mind HAHAhaahAHAha...I...don't know...what is going on...haha...help m...m...me...ha....hahahaha...heehahaha...ha..
Grass: Oh, what's the matter? Have we broken you? Have we finally pushed you over the edge?
Dreamer #3:....
Grass: Pathetic and boring.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: That's enough, time to make him something useful for me.
Then Onyx tosses the broken crimelord into the barrel cactus, laughing mercilessly as he falls. His screams of pain and agony fill the air, along with the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh as the prickly spines of the barrel cactus pierce his body. As he tries to claw his way free, the spines only dig deeper and deeper, causing his pain to skyrocket. His cries quickly turn into desperate pleas, begging for the torture to end.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Time for you to become an envy plant demon waste of meat. Everyone fuse with him, now!
The Crimelord screams louder as Onyx commands the nearby plants to fuse with him, their roots and stems wrapping around his bleeding and broken body, their leaves and blossoms growing over him until he is totally and completely absorbed by their mass. As the transformation into an envy plant demon unfolds, his screams fade to pained whimpering, his mind and body broken and destroyed from the torture. Finally, and with a final roar coming from all the plants, the transformation is complete, the newly created Envy Demon standing before Onyx, awaiting his next instruction.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Swear to me and you will have the honor to serve me.
Envy demon: I swear that I, the Envy Demon, will use these powers bestowed upon me by you, the cruel and twisted Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon, to spread fear and misery across the entire dreamland. I vow to devour anyone who stands against my master and delight in their suffering that I may be the source of their envy. I shall crush and destroy all who stand in my way, taking joy in their torment and making it my own.
She send him home and seek another dreamer to corrupt into an envy demon for her army.
Dreamer #4: I found a treasure! I found a treasure!
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon's ears perk up upon hearing the sound of the voice, intrigued by the thought of a new victim to mess with. In the distance, she spots a grave robber woman, excitedly rubbed herself on gold golems. Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon sneaks up behind her new target, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she plans her attack.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: Another recruit!
She put the paw on crimelord head and she snap her paw.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (grinning): Time for a plot twist!
Dreamer #4: W-w-what!? Let me go! I-I don't wanna do anything with you! I was just trying to find some gold! Please let go of me, you're my sex toys!
The golems continue to hold her in their clutches, unwilling to give up their prey, their cold stone faces showing no emotions whatsoever. They simply hold her there, their grips slowly tightening as she struggles to break free. She is completely defenseless, trapped in their embrace until she eventually gives up, exhausted from all the struggling and pleas. The golem's touching her gently and sensually, massaging and rubbing her in a way that she has never experienced before. She feels strange and embarrassed, but also oddly exhilarated by the caresses. She struggles to pull away, but the golems are relentless, keeping her in their hold and not letting her go. She begins to feel like she wants to stay, to be held and touched by the stone giants, to feel their cold hands on her warm body. Despite herself, she lets out a soft moan.
Dreamer 4: Please...oh, yes, keep going...that...that's the spot...
The golem's continue to gently rub her body, causing her to let out increasingly pleasurable moans. She no longer wants to break free, instead wanting to stay in the comfort of their embrace. She allows them to continue, letting out quiet pleas for more. The golem's continue to caress her body with their stone hands, massaging and rubbing her back, her arms, and her legs. The sensation is both strange and pleasant, causing her to moan with every touch. However, her pleasure quickly turns to shock and surprise as the golem's suddenly slap her bottom hard, leaving a red mark on her skin. She yells out in surprise and attempts to escape from their grasp, but they are relentless in keeping her still so that they can continue their erotic torture.
Dreamer 4: Oh! No, wait...what's happening now? No more, please! I can't take it!
More gold golems join in, holding her arms and legs, preventing her from escaping. She begins to panic, desperately trying to break free, but the giants are too strong and she is too vulnerable. She continues to yell for them to stop, but her pleas are ignored. The golems slowly begin to caress her body, their cold stone hands causing her to shiver in both fear and pleasure. She lets out a soft cry, her whole body trembling.
Dreamer 4: Stop...please, please stop...I can't take it anymore...
The gold golems continue to hold her in their grasp, their arms squeezing her and their hands caressing her body. She desperately wants to escape, but they are relentless. They hold her tight, ignoring her pleas and continuing in their sensual torment. She moans and whimpers, her body trembling with both fear and pleasure. She is powerless and vulnerable, unable to do anything to stop them, and feeling herself slowly surrender.
Dreamer #4: H...hhheelp meee....eee
As the biggest of the gold golems swallows her whole, she feels the inside of the titan's mouth closing around her, squeezing and constricting her body. The pressure is unbearable, and she feels like she can't breathe. In panic, she tries to break free, but the golem is too strong, and she is too trapped. She cries out in terror, knowing that she is doomed to die in the gut of this giant construct she has angered. Her body shudders and trembles as she struggles to breathe.
Dreamer #4: C...ccc...caaann...n't bbrea...tthh...
As the gold golem swallows her whole, she feels the walls of the titan's inner stomach squeezing her body. She feels trapped and unable to breathe, panic setting in as she tries to break free, but the golem is too strong. She sinks into unconsciousness, her last thoughts of fear and desperation.
Dreamer #4: I don't want to die!
She wakes up in a tomb, alone, confused and scared. She has no idea how she got there, only that she is trapped and has no way out. She looks around, trying to find a way to escape, but to no avail. She is alone and afraid, her fears and concerns growing by the moment.
Dreamer #4: What's this smell?
She sees several zombies surrounding her, their corpses decayed and walking slowly towards her. Their blank stares and lifeless eyes are creepy, and the smell of their rotten flesh is overwhelming. She tries to get away, but they are insistent. They grab her and hug her, their cold, rotting flesh touching her soft, warm body. The zombies lick her with their cold, dead tongues, their cold touch making her shiver. She tries to fight them off, only for them to hug her tighter and pull her closer. Their rotten arms tighten around her as the zombies feast on her warmth.
Zombie 1: Ooh, she's so soft!
Zombie 2: It's like she's made of cotton candy!
Zombie 3: Her body is warm like a campfire. I could cuddle with her forever!
As they continue to rub their cold, dead bodies against hers, the zombies admire her soft, warm skin. They savor her warmth, enjoying how it spreads throughout their lifeless frames. They grope and rub her body, enjoying the way it makes them feel. Their rotten tongues hang out of their mouths as they drool over her, unable to resist the lure of her flesh. The zombies surround her, caressing her body, enjoying the way her soft, warm skin feels against their cold, rotting flesh. They slowly envelope her, their arms wrapping around her petite frame, their bodies clinging to hers. They begin to drain her warmth, their cold bodies absorbing the heat from her body and transferring it deep within their rotting flesh. She can feel her body growing colder as the warmth is siphon away, but the zombies do not take pity on her, their desire for heat overcoming their compassion. With their cold, dead embrace, they slowly drain her of all warmth and vitality.
Zombie 1: Yes, let's drain all the heat from her...it feels so refreshing and rejuvenating.
Zombie 2: I haven't felt so warm and alive since I died!
Zombie 3: She's so warm and cozy, it's like she's a human hot water bottle!
As they drain her of all her warmth, the zombies marvel at how she is helping them to feel alive again. They are grateful for her body, enjoying how it makes them feel more alive and at ease. She can feel herself getting colder, knowing that her warmth is slowly being leeched away. As the zombies drain all her warmth, she slowly wakes up inside a pyramid, the walls and floor cold and made of stone. She can feel her body shaking with cold, and her teeth clattering in fear and frustration. She can't remember how she got there, only that she is alone and trapped, and unsure how to escape. She looks around, trying to find a way out, but it appears that she is trapped. Her only comfort is that she is no long being drained of her warmth by the undead, though her struggle to find an escape persists.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: What kind of envy demon i can transform her?
After five minutes of indecision she will turn in an envy mummy demon and she prepare her final surprise for Dreamer #4 and with a snap of her paw to summon it.
Tawsa: Hear my voice woman.
Dreamer #4 body is enthralled by him and she can't oppose him to her horror.
Tawsa: I will do the honor of telling you exactly what will happen to you.
Tawsa began, his breath being a cold whisper in her ear as she felt her body turned around. Before her, she could see Tawsa be fully naked, his body like that of the fabled knights and kings in stories that her mother read to her as a child and her ambition as grave robber was to steal all his treasutes. His muscles were not overdone, but the perfectly marvelous frame was beautiful. The angular jagged nature of his abs caused her mouth to feel like wool, even as she tried to grasp ahold of herself. She was about to meet a fate worse than death! Her mother told her what happen to those enter her tomb but how she was caught unaware? She carefully did her reseach!
Tawsa: You and I will enter this special sarcophagus together.
He interrupt her panicking throughts as she watched as Tawsa began to walk around her, The muscular frame pressed behind her, as she could feel the ridges of the muscles pressed behind her. Where she expected to feel warmth and hot from their skin touching, she only felt as her warmth and hot is sucked from her body.
Tawsa: After that, we will bind together and we will merge together and reborn as a superior being! An envy demon!
Tawsa began to walk with her in front of Dreamer #4, his leg movements causing her own legs mimic his. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her buttock as they walked and they went, to the special sarcophagus the ornate decorations not hiding the evil that lingered there.
Tawda: In exchange, you will get to experience what it is like to be one of the lucky few to be chosen by Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon as a member of her army.
Dreamer #4 was pressed face first into the sarcophagus, laying on her stomach and staring at the reflection in the gold. She could see her eyes were white, maybe one of the first signs of any mind-altering spell she saw in films about devils. Behind her, she saw Tawsa reach down and grab the remnants of the ropes that had wrapped around her and it merge them together. Tawsa climbed into the sarcophagus after Dreamer #4. She could feel as she was pushed further into the gold bottom, Dreamer #4 from being pushed by gravity against her own as she was pushed. Her wet pussy was forced to be squeezed underneath the pressure, seeming to be beginning to be touched. In the last moments of herself, when death was going to claim her, her body’s only focus is pleasure.
Tawsa: In order to be properly merge together, we need to have as close as possible. With that being said, consider this the best part, where you learn what it is like to be fucked by me and become an envy demon.
Dreamer #4 did not have time to grasp at the meaning behind his words before her body’s sensation was being dragged towards him. Tawsa’s dick was pushing to gain entrance against her butthole, the ring of muscle desperately trying to push back. However, with a sudden force, Dreamer #4 felt like she was being sliced in half as she was dragged into. Where as she had the previous sensation of being distant from it all, Dreamer #4 could feel himself be forced to the ground as she was opened up. Every inch of Tawsa’s dick seemed to be another circle of burning hell as the burn of being stretched scorched her insides like a fire. Despite the Pharaoh's cold body, Dreamer #4 felt like he was being burned alive as Tawsa continued to press into her. After what felt like an eternity of scorching pain, Tawsa finally stopped, hilted completely within Dreamer #4, tickle her neck, their shoulders joining in the embrace. With a pace that seemed much faster than the rest of her body, she found it hard to breath as her neck was wrapped as well, only their heads remaining outside of the ropes.
Tawsa: Do not fight it, soon you will know the greatest pleasure of all, becoming an envy demons and Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon soldier.
Tawsa cooed with laughter, acting as if he was trying to soothe a baby, but finding it too stupid to try.
Tawsa: The feeling of becoming truly one with a me, there is no greater pleasure and honor for a cattle like yourself than that.
Dreamer #4 could only cry as the ropes began to envelope around her face, her eyes remaining open to watch it all happen. The ropes tickled her cheeks, writhing against them as she watched it happen. The last thing she could outside of it was how her skin reminded het of an rose that was being plundered by a monster. There was stillness after they were completely enveloped, Tawsa’s perfect form being pressed against Dreamer #4 soft grave robber body. Dreamer #4 wished it would just end there, like it was all a nightmare, but the sudden sensation as the ropes began to pull the two bodies together crushed all her hopes. Dreamer #4 pink skin was pressed against Tawsa’s greyish one, the embrace that Tawsa chose to put them in causing her stomach and heart were being crushed. Pain began spike as she was pressed further into Tawsa, this time her body being the one to thrust against the other. However, instead of either body crushing, Dreamer #4 felt a different sensation as her feet were pulled into Tawsa’s. The sensation was instant, every single one of Tawsa’s toes, as if they were a heavy cloth that covered Dreamer #4 skin making her able to feel every single thing, but powerless to stop it at all.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: It's working! It's working!!! I'll have my Envy mummy demon.
Dreamer #4 felt as she was merged by Tawsa, as her knees and thighs also joined. Tawsa wasn’t lying when he said that she was going to be one with him, that was exactly happening. Dreamer #4 own sensations were nullified and replaced with the sensation of drowning beneath Tawsa’s. When her buttock joined in, she felt Tawsa’s dick penetrate her even further, going into her impossibly deep, before Dreamer #4 pussy suddenly became Tawsa’s dick. Her soft muscles began Tawsa’s muscles, as she could feel the sensation of Tawsa pressing into his own abs after Dreamer #4 own had been merged. Tawsa’s body felt sublimely wrapped around her, and the sensation of lightly touching the Pharaoh’s abs was pleasure. The pain was gone, instead she was like a phantom as her body continued to be merged, able to feel pleasure and feel herself rise, but Tawsa’s one sensations running over that. With a sudden pressing of force, Dreamer #4 chest became one with Tawsa, her beating heart changing rhythm to match the Pharaoh’s. Her neck joined in too as his breath became one, and the only thing she could let out was a moan as she became one with Tawsa. They experienced the ultimate unity as their merging is complete, their body now a sublime Envy demon, all of Tawsa and Dreamer #4 was gone, only the Envy demon remained.
Envy demon: I am awakened! I am reborn! All hail Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon, the creator and destroyer of dreams, the master of nightmare and the manipulator of souls!
The Envy demon formerly known as Dreamer #4 has been reborn, swearing loyalty to her new master, Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon. She is determined to serve the her will and carry out her commands to the best of her abilities. Her mortal frame and her human concerns are no longer a concern to her; now, she is a being beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon then she warp her to her home.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon: More recruitments, more training.....
After she is satisfied with her long training and many recruitments, Tyrant Darius suddenly contact her mentally and order to assimilate Belial before they can wake up and become a threat and as added bonus she will become the Alpha Envy demoness, so wth fierce determination Onyx reached the center of both the dreamland and the nightmare land, where Belial the actual Alpha Envy demon was sealed. She then will to absorb Belial's power, becoming the Alpha Envy demon and eternal ruler of both nightmares and dreams, Standing in her way were several Sandman guardians, but Onyx was confident that her skills and determination would allow her to defeat them and claim the ultimate power.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (in her mind): This is it, the ultimate challenge. Belial, the Alpha Envy demon sealed behind this barrier for centuries, guarding his power and waiting for his chance to destroy the world. But not anymore, I'm here, the Master of Dreams and Nightmares, ready to take it away from him. This power is mine, it's my destiny! I will defeat the Sandman guardians and absorb Belial's power. I am the true Alpha, the supreme leader of the dream and nightmare realms!
The Sandman guardians tried to stop Onyx, shouting at her to go away. In response, she conjured up a massive dream Shubb-Niggurath, which grabbed several of the guardians and proceeded to eat them alive and proced to crunch them like crackers.
Sandman guardians (cursing angrily): Damn you, Onyx! We are the guardians of this place, the defenders of Belial's power! We will not let you take it away from him! You may be the mistress of dreams and nightmares, but we were here, guarding this place long before you existed! You cannot defeat us, you cannot take what belongs to Belial! We will fight until our last breath to protect him and his power!
Only to be crunched to death and Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon laugh at their famous last words.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (laughing darkly): Ah ha ha, you fools! You thought you could stop me, the Master of Dreams and Nightmares. But you're nothing but a mere obstacle in my path, a speed bump that I'll crush like a bug! I will absorb Belial's power, and there's not a thing you can do about it! MWA ha ha ha!
The remaining guardians were powerless to stop her, and she continued to absorb Belial's power, drawing it within herself as she neared the source of her power. One of the Sandman guardians tried to hold her back, attacking her with his trusty axe. However, before he could even make contact, Onyx transformed him into a giant who used him as a punching bag, knocking him around like a rag doll and laughing wildly. She then transformed some of the guardians into dolls.
The Sandman guardians (screaming in agony): No, this can't be happening, I'm being turned into a puppet! This is madness!
They screams and begs in vain.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (amused): Ah, yes, your suffering is delicious! I love the sound of your screams, it brings me great pleasure! Let me tell you, it's quite amusing to see a powerful creature like you reduced to a powerless doll! It really tickles my funny bone. Ah ha ha ha!
The she warp the dolls to Avi as a birthday gift, further taunting them and flaunting her power and victory. Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon go in front in the pillar where Belial is sealed and proced to chant a sweet and seductive sing-song, Onyx indoctrinated Belial into obedience, commanding him to dream that he was a pizza and allow his mistress to swallow him whole so that she could assimilate their power and become the absolute ruler of dreamland and nightmareland, the true Alpha Envy demon.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon (seductive singing): Dream, my dear Belial, dream! Imagine that you are a pizza, the perfect tasty and delicious treat for your master. Imagine that you are being consumed by her, feeling her tongue and teeth devouring you whole. Don't resist your fate, give in to the pleasure of becoming part of your mistress's power. It will be the ultimate ecstasy for you, Belial. Let go and enjoy the sensation.
Belial (moaning, succumbing to pleasure): Oh, yes, I can imagine it. I'm being consumed, devoured by my master. Her teeth and tongue are savoring me, it's the most intense pleasure I've ever known. I can't resist it, I'm helpless. I give in, I surrender, all for the sake of my mistress's pleasure. I will submit to her, I enjoy this sensation!
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (seductively): I can feel your body dissolving inside me, Belial, your power mixing with my own. It's an intoxicating sensation, a sweet and powerful nectar. I'm becoming stronger, more powerful, with every bite. You are a part of me now, and I will use your power as my own. Rest now, Belial, and let me use your power for my pleasure. You've been a good little dreamwalker, and now I'll treat you to the ultimate reward. Rest, and prepare for the inevitable.
Belial (screaming in ecstasy): Ah! Oh yes, it's happening, I'm disintegrating into my master's body. My power is merging with her, our souls becoming one. I submit to the pleasure, I accept my new fate as a part of my master's power. I can't resist, it feels so good. This is my ultimate reward, to serve and to pleasure my master, to give her everything I have. Take it, Onyx, take it all, my power is yours, forever...
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (laughing triumphantly): Yes, it's done! I have absorbed Belial's power, its soul, its very existence. They is no more, they melted like butter in my mouth. I am the new Alpha Envy demon, the ruler of both the dreamland and the nightmareland. No one can stop me now, no one can oppose my will. I control reality itself!
To test her new powers, Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon conjured up a variety of frightening apocalyptic scenarios, using them as training and practice for her ultimate goal of dominating both the dreamworld and the nightmare realm. Onyx unleashed conjured massive meteors on all the dreams, delighting in the screams of agony and panic of the sleepers, which she took as proof of her absolute power. She felt no remorse or guilt for her actions, and the sheer joy and excitement of seeing her power and control over the dreamworld was indescribable. She had claimed her destiny as the ruler of nightmares and dreams, and no one could stop her now.
Onyx The Pixie Laverna Dragon (laughs): Oh, the joy of it all! I revel in the scream of the weakelings, the terror of the helpless! I savor their fear, it's like a sweet wine to me. I am the master of nightmares, the ruler of dreams, the queen of both realms! Nothing can stop me now! After all, what better way to spend eternity than to enjoy the screams and despair of those who are beneath me? They are my playthings, my toys, my subjects. I am their master, their tormenter, their Goddess!
With a twisted grin, Onyx unleashed devastating dream earthquakes, tidal waves, hurricanes, and volcanic eruptions, threatening the sleepers that if they did not become her slaves, they would never find peace in sleep.
Sleeper 01 (in horror): I... we... we have no choice, we have to obey her! She's the ruler of dreams and nightmares, and she can control what happens in our dreams... what will happen if we defy her? We're powerless, we have to do as she says!
Sleeper 02 (frightened): What if we don't obey her? Our sleep will never be peaceful again. Our nightmares will be relentless. We've seen what she can do, the terror and destruction she brings... we can never escape, we're doomed to suffer!
Sleeper 03 (gasps): Why are we laughing...? This is madness, we're losing control of ourselves... what is happening? Why can't we stop laughing?
Sleeper 04 (laughing hysterically): I don't know, I can't stop! I don't want to laugh, why am I laughing? This is insane... but I can't help it! The madness, it's possessing me, I can't control it!
Sleeper 05 (also laughing): It's like our own laughter is a curse, a spell that's been cast over us and we can't break free! Oh, the despair, the sheer torment of it all! We're lost, we're damned to suffer for eternity!
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon (giggling in delight to herself): Oh, I have them now, trapped in a web of my own making! They're mine to control and abuse, to torment and to frighten! Their sleep will never be peaceful unless i say so, their nightmares will be relentless on my whim, and I will ensure that they never have a moment of true rest! It's my will, and it will be done! Surrend sleepers or you shall never dream peacefully ever again.
Several minutes later, the sleepers complied and she stopped the disasters, for now. She knew that they would never fully obey her or be truly loyal to her, but for now, she had secured their submission and kept them under her control, for now she will wake up and take care of Wrath.
Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon (Filled with love): Finally i'm the only true ruler of Dreamland and Nightmareland and the only true and eternal Alpha Envy demoness and you, my love and mistress, will always be safe and have the best dreams. Onyx the Pixie Laverna Dragon I swore it to you for all eternity.
#sin with me#lovestruck#vinca wren#darius ricci#swm vinca#swm mc#cal north#onyx wren#onyx#wrath#envy#nahara byrd
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The Return of Disney’s Aladdin comic if Iago still had a redemption arc
Aladdin and Abu have settled in the palace of Agrabah with Princess Jasmine and her father, the Sultan. Still yearning for adventures, Aladdin has taken up stealing from thieves and giving the stolen loot to the poor people of Agrabah. Meanwhile, in the desert, Iago escapes from Jafar's black lamp. He begrudgingly brings it to Agrabah, where Jafar turns him human to disguise him as a salesman. Isabella, a young foreign magician who earlier performed at the palace, is persuaded to rub the lamp, and Jafar recruits her to help him and Iago infiltrate the palace. Around the same time, Genie returns to the palace after traveling the world for one year, though his powers are a bit diminished now that he is free from the lamp. Unaware of Jafar’s true intentions, Isabella uses her first wish to be able to make a return engagement at the palace, this time with Jafar giving her real magical powers. The still-human Iago comes along reluctantly disguised as her deaf-mute assistant. After her performance, Isabella, on Jafar’s urging, persuades the Sultan to accompany her back to her abode. However, Genie figures out the plot and informs Aladdin and Jasmine. He suggests that they track Isabella back to her home, advising Aladdin to signal him should the need arise. Jafar becomes wise to the pair following them and convinces Isabella to wish for her own personal guards; He grants this wish by giving her dragon’s teeth, which sprout marionette-like soldiers. However, Aladdin, Abu, Jasmine and the Carpet manage to outwit them. Meanwhile, Isabella, unaware that Iago is actually a parrot, begins to flirt with him, resulting in him having second thoughts about aiding Jafar, but Jafar threatens to torture him and Isabella unless he continue to assist him. After convincing a tax collector to spare a poor family, the four reach Isabella’s home, where Jafar traps the Sultan in a crystal ball and reveals Iago’s true avian form to a shocked Isabella. Aladdin signals Genie to the quartet’s aid, but Genie is overpowered and the Carpet is shattered. Iago and Isabella escape and have an argument, only to realize that they have not only grown to hate Jafar for his cruelty and deceitfulness but have also fallen in love with each other. Having both had a change of heart, they return to help the heroes fight Jafar, whom Genie reveals can be killed by destroying his lamp. As Jafar splits open the earth, creating a pool of lava, Iago grabs the lamp, but Jafar injures him. Isabella takes the dropped lamp and deliberately wastes her third wish, turning Iago permanently human before throwing the lamp into the lava, destroying Jafar forever. Aladdin rescues Isabella and Iago as Genie restores the Carpet, and the destruction caused in the battle is undone. Iago is believed to be dead until Isabella kisses him, awakening the former bird. Back at the palace, Iago and Isabella are forgiven, with the Sultan announcing her as the new Royal Vizier. Meanwhile, Aladdin decides to see the world with Jasmine.
#Aladdin#based on the pre-official sequel comic story#for this story I changed the character of Isabella#Now Isabella's a lady magician who falls in love with Iago
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the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
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Rah in his fairy robes, to match the previous illustration or Broc
36. The Tide Pool (chapter 2 - Lake 2/4 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.
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When Lyra left, so did his gift of human love to the Fish Kingdom. The cradle pool had gone dark and grey. Rah bobbed the baby, unable to see in the dark. As a Charmer, he too could sing spells; But intentional love magic is hard. It’s hard to conjure love, when one is mad at their partner. Rah was unable to refill the pool with love water, and clumsily made his way out of the cavern with Brōc. They walked onto the beach, and heard the ominous song of the sea daughters from the soothing ripples of the lake. The mist had cleared, and they could see the rolling black mountains of the Dragon Kingdom. A clear silver sky made the lake inviting. Too inviting.
“Hold on.” Brōc said, putting a hand on Rah’s shoulder. “I’ll check on my sisters. If you or my baby sister go near there, you might get bitten. I forbid you from entering.”
“Not right now you don’t! You tried to drown me!” Rah snapped, storming to the pipe-Organ in the opposite cliffs. Brōc looked at his feet, then to the lake, and walked into it taking his aquatic form with a sigh.
Rah saw a small staircase up the cliff. The little princess had fallen asleep, and he wanted to put her down. He assumed that’s what parents do with babies; Swaddle them when anxiety inkles up their spine. Around a bend, Rah saw a mundane beach house, that looked as if it had washed into the cliffs, four stories up. It was crocked and worn. Sneaking in, Rah spotted a normal Northland bed with wool blankets, some tartans, flotation devices, and a golden reverie harp. Rah stared at it, while tucking the baby in-between some pillows. Then he watched for breathing; The princess looked nearly dead. If anything happened to her, Rah didn’t know what he’d do. It was less fear of the Fish King, who shouldn’t dare kill the only human able to restore her kingdom; No, it was the thought of accidentally murdering an entire tinny person. Brōc’s right; I’m not ready for this, he thought. Rah bent over hyperventilating, as the world was smothered by his pounding chest.
Brōc entered the shack, to see Rah gracefully crying on the wooden floor. Brōc went to lay next to him, unable to tolerate the one he loved in pain.
“I didn’t want to kill you. I’d never hurt you. I was overcome with the desire to keep you close. I feel so guilty for terrorizing you. It makes me unsure if I’d be this moral if I wasn’t half-human.” Brōc apologized. Given the silence, he assumed Rah wouldn’t accept an apology.
“What if she gets hungry?” Rah whispered.
“I don’t know! Do I look like I have tits?” Brōc growled gesturing to his bound chest.
“I milked some moon-cows.” Nettle said, putting a pail between them. She’d been sitting by the desk the whole time, still blindfolded. “I want a song. Brōc is a bad singer; The voice training ruined his-”
“Brōc’s voice is so beautiful!” Rah began.
“To us, the best singers are men in love. We can alchemize with song, yet be out of tune.” Nettle taunted. Brōc burst up, tripped over Rah, and tumbled down the stairs. Rah skipped behind him, and noticed the turbid water. The fey had become unsettled, and Lyra was not there to sing for them.
“She’s normally asleep for a while. Go on. Sing for them, Rah.” Nettle urged with a grin. She cradled the golden harp and flute. Rah remembered Lyra making that reverie harp.
“I want to use that harp.” He asked. Nettled hugged it tighter. “I want to use her harp. I’ll sing if you lend it. I bet Lyra’s instruments are the finest in the veils.” Rah pointed. Nettle shook her head furiously, and ran down to the beach.
“Here, Use my ukulele. Sounds like a mating turtle. Also, don’t mind Nettle. She’s scared of dyeing like our other royal sisters. She’d rather be a caretaker here. Nettles just really protective. I used to be like that. Soon, she’ll be old enough to yearn for love and the Day Veil. I don’t want her to go to die, but it is our curse. Nettle cries about leaving us behind; She says she can’t take father’s tears.”
“But what if she has her love requited?” Rah said, refusing the ukulele.
“Would you say that if she were your daughter? After burying so many children?” Brōc asked. They stood in silence. Rah supposed not. Human minds can be stained by such things. It reminded him of Lyra’s sadness when he left.
“True, but I have a question; Does it hurt your mother? To rape your father for the slightest chance to have her kingdom reborn? Does she grieve knowing she’s hurt what she loves most? Doesn’t she feel when one of you dies?” Rah snapped. He’d turned his gaze to the lake.
“Never asked.” Brōc said sharply. He never considered his mother, made only of neutral magic, to feel anything other then chaos. That was a lie; Brōc avoided how he’d feel, if that was him. He looked over Rah, who nearly glowed in the soft light of the ether. Perfect, pure, and the essence of the playful spring rain.
“I’m sorry. It’s hard to parse my destinies. We should’ve just talked.” Brōc sobbed.
“You’re not her. You’ve experienced humanity through your father’s blood. You’ve lived in the Day Veil. You’re you. Just like me. I’m not my father, nor his criminal activities. I’ve lived a life of love, and am nothing but myself.” Rah shrugged.
Time drifted into illusion, as Rah became hungry. He wondered what the Beast Queens ate, if they were still human, but lived here. How does one see fruit or food, if the mundane blends into the refracting grey world? Rah weakly lay on the beach, listening to Brōc swear repeatedly in desperation; He was trying to feed his sister by bottle. Rah turned the other way, to see Nettle was gone. He lifted his head to see an adorable ribbon seal looking at him. They blinked at each other. When the Selkie swam away, Rah ran up to the water’s edge. In all his schooling, he’d never heard about what it’s like in the lake, or if any human had touched it. Lyra said he turned into a giant koi or mermaid after becoming Fish Queen. The water’s ominous presence scared Rah, as he considered if it was salty, lukewarm, or enchanted. Curiosity made him want to touch it; See how deep it goes. Rah started humming a comforting tune to break the silence. He lifted his silver Fairy-Robes, and dipped in a toe. No sensation.
Rah whispered the spell of levitation, to walk on the surface. He made his way toward the middle of the endless lake, humming a spell of smoothness and calm. Not only time was distorted, but also space. The lake might as well have been an ocean. Rah turned back to see the distant coast. Rah’s breath ceased, realizing he had gone too far. The echo of a giant whale of light, and glittering Kraken, were just beneath his feet. A ghostly glow came from the pitch-black waters. The deep beat of a calm heart, was pumping from the abyss. Rah stopped singing, and fell in.
Rah was being grasped by something, and then bitten. Human hands groped, as he pointlessly screamed to the fading surface. The cloudy water become a foggy teal, and his head burned from suffocation. He heard Brōc call his name, like a muffled yell.
Brōc screamed for Rah; He looked up to see the splash. Brōc jiggled the air out of his sister, and looked for Nettle to take the baby from him; But she was gone. Brōc knew her little-sister would only be safe in the tide-pool’s love water. Some fey of other kingdoms, thirst for blood, and seek young royal fey. Each second became an eternity, as Brōc wanted his father’s help. There were bubbles on the smooth surface where Rah was taken. Brōc, valuing Rah more, for even a second, made him put the baby in his mother’s throne; A pool beneath a pointed rock of the Fish Gate. Brōc sprinted to the water, and dove in. He swam as fast as his tail would carry him.
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