A Soul Claimed

I watch as the cauldrons sits there, upside down, rivelets of pink liquid pooling and pouring out from the cracks in the ground. Elizabeth is underneath there, trapped like a rat.

If this was a fight I'd be scared to lift the cauldron up. I'd be scared my enemy could escape and once more we'd be off to do battle. But this wasn't a fight. I'd made sure of that.

Once i’m sure she’s had time to soak and marinate in my pink concoction I lift the cauldron from her, the rest of my formula went spreading out across the forest floor. Elizabeth squirms like a pink painted fish for a brief moment, and coughs up a lung full of the sweet poison.

Then once she has air back in her lungs, she screams.

Not the scared frightened wail you'd hear from me upon encountering danger. No this is a deep and i bellow of rage and desire. Instantly I’m forgotten. She grabs at pieces of her armor and ripped it free from her body, warping and destroying the metal to get to the soft flesh within. She breaks her armor apart like the shell of a lobster. She throws off her gauntlets, discards her cod piece and plunges her fingers deep into her oozing pink pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck." She mutters, to only herself.

This is a woman on fire. She's responding to her body's natural commands just the same as if I'd use one of my Alchemist fire's on her. Lust potions are all fun and games, but you're not supposed to bathe in them, swim in them, drown in them. The simple chemistry of the moment, had put fighting me far out of her mind.

It's a good sight, my arch nemesis, friggering herself at my feet. Her blonde hair stuck together with the thick syrup of my potions. "You know that potion was meant for the local whores."

She can only manage a few bestial grunts, as she abuses her pussy further. I can see she's not going to allow me to gloat.

Very well.

With my aching bulk, i fall on top of Elizabeth, and pin her to the ground. I'm glad to report that in this form I was indeed stronger than her, strong enough to keep her immobile, though it is a challenge.

"Let me go!" She roars, going to bite me. "I need to fuck!" She adds, just wonderfully. Here she is at my mercy, and she's worried about getting her tube packed.

"I'm afraid you've lost that priveledge." I grunt and try to keep her under control, but it's a struggle. "You've sinned against the mother of sex, and now you must repent."

"Get off me!" She screams and snarls.

"No." I snarl right on back. "I'm interested to see what will break first, your will or your mind." I was hoping her intense state of lust would allow her to forget that my potions was only going to last for so long. If she only held out for a few minutes, I'd deflate and then she'd be able to fuck herself until the dawn.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" She screams, and pants all the while trying to rub her crotch against me for some relief. She's like a cat in heat.

Then slowly her tone starts the change. "Please just a little." She's begging me now, still feral in her attempts, but it's better. "I know you want me, come on have me. Fuck me!"

I only tsk and shake my head. "I told you, this isn't about me you have to repent."

She snorts and squirms. "Repent to who?"

"Bellowyn of course. Pledge your soul to her, and I'll fuck you at long last."

"Bellowyn?" She gasps her eye fill with terror. Even the agnostic know of the great goddess and her banished children. It's good to know that despite all The Kingdom's efforts they had not wiped her name from this earth. Who knows what she thought of me before, but it's clear what I am now. Evil, a blight on this world. A demon worshiper. Look at all the things she'd done to me before she had an excuse. Now she'd finish me off for sure.

But for the moment I'm the one in control.

"No!" She shakes her head, and thrusts her hip at me, leaving a splotch of pink smile against my thigh. "Just fuck me! Just fuck me!" It's awfully tempting. I mean I'm starting to absorb some of the potion just by being near her. Let me tell you if my new biceps are this impressive, I'm eager to report back on the cock. I call feel it pressed along the length of her leg, somewhat baseball bat-like in proportions. Unfortunately for her I've built quite a familiarity with lust potions and can resist their urges much longer than she can.

When it's clear i'm not going to give in, she goes onto screaming for anyone who can hear. Which is a legitimate worry for me, seeing that this place is crawling with adventurers now. "Someone fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She screams and screams into the night. I don't dare take a hand off her to gag her so I let her go. I wait with **** anxiety for several minutes but no one ever comes to her rescue. I guess adventurers know better than go running off into the night to the mysterious wail asking for sex. Many brave men have been lost that way.

So when her fellow man fail her, Elizabeth moves on to the only option she has left: prayer. "Please any God that can hear me, save me. Fuck me!"

I can only sigh and shake my head. " Only one god grants those types of prayers Elizabeth, and you know her no.

"No." She sobs, her back arching in frustration. "Hnnnng huh huh aaaaaah."

I think she's actually going to hold out, her mind really was going to break before her will did. What an impressive woman! She might have been a thief, and a drunk, but there was no denying she was a worthy opponent. Her eyes slowly started to roll upwards, her mind overwhelmed by intense desire that was finding no outlet.

"Beh, beeeh." She mumbles, her body starts to shake and convulse under me. It's a grim fate for my opponent. Not one I would have wished on her. If only.... "Bellowyn!" Elizabeth +25 CP (58 Corruption)

"That'll do it." I say, releasing her arm, and ripping off the rest of her armor in a few quick pulls. There's no way my new dick was making it inside of her, but I had to give her something before she was lost forever. So I do what any gentleman would, and shove my finger up her cunt. My index was roughly the size of a dick at this point, so it would just fine.

"AaAAAAAaah"! She screams, a smile suddenly appearing on her face. She arches her back, and immediately start's orgasming, spraying me with a fine pink squirt.

I see now on her naked body a glowing pink sigil appear over her pussy. The symbol of Bellowyn.

"Blessed be." I say with eyes reverently wide. It wasn't just talk, the dark goddess really did receive the prayer. Received it, and branded her for the trouble.

As I come to this realization things begin to fade again, and Three orbs surround Elizabeth as she floats in a void. Makes sense Elizabeth beseeching Bellowyn with the understanding that she was giving her soul away, was enough to give her an entire trait. I'd have to remember that for the future, and see if I can ever do anything like this on a industrial scale.

Never the less I watch as three colorful orbs dance around her body, hungering for her sole.

"Well done Prophet." Steelowyn the eldest speaks first, as is her right. Her grey sphere ponders our fine monster hunter. "This one has vexed ye for a while, a sweet triumph to be sure hero. But be weary, this one is dangerous. I and my sibling agree that we shall give you something to bring this one to heel, so that she may better serve our mother."

I bow to the orbs. "As ever I'm thankful for any support you can provide me."

I check the roster. Matrowyn and Seabaoden are here too, the mistress of mothers, and king of the beast folk. Each one of the gods I'd already dedicated morsels to before. It seems they're getting tired of my gutless people pleasing ways, and are forcing me to choose a favorite.

"Behold my generosity. I give ye her collar, place it upon her neck and so long as she wears it, she shall be yours."

Why couldn't she just give me that for everyone I corrupt? Seems infinitely useful, not to mention holy. They say in Steelowyn's realm she has a forge where they make a collar for every soul, for they day they become slaves to Bellowyn. If this is that very same collar, well I don't really know what that means, but it's kind of cool!

Seabaoden, speaks next. "Don't fall for her cheap tricks, young pup." He barks. "You earned your dominance over her, not some magical collar. Give her soul me me, and I shall give her the heart of a hard-nose. These beast battle one another for dominance, just as you have. Now that you have won she shall serve you in honor of your strength, forever, so long as she does not see you fall victim to a stronger opponent."

So that was it. They're giving me the same thing, Elizabeth's loyalty but in a different flavor, and with different drawbacks. With this she would have to wear an obvious and cumbersome **** collar, but if I ever lost a fight, she'd lose her respect for me. Which meant she'd either me, or join forces with whoever won.

"Compelling cases." Matrowyn said in her soft way. "Yet I would remind you, I already dangled a morsel of this mortal's soul above our mother's waiting maw. Yes yes, tis I who you chose to serve this soul, and thus tis well and good you chose me again. When we return you to your world, you will surely enjoy the endowments I blessed her with last time."

"I am eager to get back." I say with a smile.

"Then let me encourage to engage in acts that please us both. For my contribution to your cause I shall make you two a mated pair, so to speak. She shall show loyalty to whomever breeds her, and if I'm not mistaken you seem to be ready to do just that."

I guess that was true. Although half the town had bred her, what faceless John was she loyal to now? I'm not sure it matters, I ended to make her loyal to me very soon now.

So there we have it. Three very similar rewards, at least I wouldn't have much regret about options missed. It looks like this would be all up to flavor.

My choices are:

**** Collar: Bellowyn will produce a **** collar to place around Elizabeth's neck. Elizabeth will have a ****-like obedience to The Prophet, so long as she is wearing this collar.

Hard Won Heart: Elizabeth becomes fiercely driven by competition and shows of strength. She offers her loyalty to anyone who can defeat her in battle.

Mated Pair: Matrowyn encourages Elizabeth to feel loyalty to the last person who bred her. This will be a warm thankful loyalty.

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