Bowen arrives

Bowen crept between the stacks of the scientific equipment, every instinct told him he was in a hell of a lot of danger.

Of course, it wasn't like he had went in expecting it to be a casual stroll but

Well it kind of was...

Following his scrap with a Lilith and a scramble up a set of pipework, the Treeman had come across absolutely nothing.

No other brutes's like Lilith.

No Fairies

No Giant

"No Aster..." Bowen thought glumly over the rising anxiety in his throat.

Bowen clenched his fists, his shoulders tense as he strained his ears for anything other than the sound of his own foot falls.

Only silence answered him and he had to resist the sudden manic urge to scream, just to fill the void of sound.

Nothing.

Empty test tubes loomed over and around him and Bowen sighed in despair.

"Aster...Where are you?"

"Right behind you..." purred a voice like silk soaked in molten gold.

Bowen nearly tripped over himself as he whirled round to face the speaker.

His jaw dropped.

"Aster?"

She hovered a few centimeters of the ground, her wings giving off a low but harsh drone as she gazed down at him, imperious and smug.

"I go by a different name no-Whoa!"

Bowen barreled into her, wrapping her in his firm grip as he bear hugged her.

Or to be more precise, her long smooth legs, his face pressing into her navel due to the recent growth she had expereinced and the fact she was flying.

"You escaped! I knew they couldn't hold you!" Bowen yelled, overjoyed, unaware and uncaring how close his face was to Superbia's quim.

Superbia's wings buzzed as she tried to balance herself and her arms flailed flailed wildly as the golden fae tried to steady yourself.

"Get off! Put me down!" She sputtered, her aura flashing angrily.

"Oh! Right sorry Aster..." Bowen said sheepishly and lowered how down daintily.

Superbia huffed, her train of thought disrupted and adjusted her shimmering golden dress. She was quite proud of it actually, considering the short amount of time she'd had to knock it up.

She'd ditched the leaf dress, even if it wasn't torn and sodden with spunk, Superbia had decides it hadn't really suited her now...

Leaf chic was just so last season...

Instead she'd created her current ensemble by tearing down several spider webs and infused the material with her own magic. The spiders themselves hadn't been to happy but she'd managed to win them over with only minimal pain.

Well, maybe not minimal pain but definitely none on her side of the bargaining table.

Such a casual disregard and outright perversion of nature would have horrified her when she woke up this morning but now...

Now she revelled in it, every step to further her own goals only fostered a deeper feeling of contentment and pride in her own success, which only added to the wellspring of power she had based on her own pleasure and ego.

The dress was hot as hellfire as well...

Skin tight and strapless, it clung to every inch of skin it covered.

Which wasn't much if she was being honest. The neck plunged drastically, nearly down to her navel, teasing her massive rack while simultaneously keeping them in place.

The same happened at the back, ending just above her ass, allowing her additional wings space and exposing a flawless canvas of ivory skin, dotted and lined with shifting ice blue highlights that shifted and danced into random, beautiful shapes.

The top half of the dress mimicked the same shapes, as well as spelling out runes of the old tongue.

Runes of warding, perception and amplification.

Runes were considered somewhat superfluous among the fae considering their natural link with their environment meant they had little need to infuse power into carvings or totems.

They were the domain of the human dabblers of before. Amature spellweavers who only toyed with power whereas the fae worked it like music...

Still, Superbia was a faerie of vision, and although it wouldn't be worth her time to pour her own magic into talismans and petty scrawlings there were plenty of wayward fae who weren't using their magic to the best potential...

Superbia's potential...

So it was with a less than heavy heart Aster had relinquished them of their magic. The thrumb of powerful magic against the parts of the body the dress covered was delightful, especially as the spider silk breathed like Egyptian cotton...

The dress was longer than most, that much could be said for it.

The hem reached down to the floor, pooling across the ground and leaving trail of golden motes in it's wake, seeding everywhere she walked with essence.

Funnily enough it was actually longer than the dress she had worn when she was Aster, the leaf dress ending just above the knees.

Of course, her previous dress didn't have a side split running from ankle to ass cheek, and it wasn't sheer enough that an onlooker could see every inch of her divine body despite the thin layer of fabric, nor was it powered by the lifeforce of a dozen unruly faries.

It was all semantics anyway, her new dress was objectively better than the one she had before! Not least because of the sexy body that was poured into it...

All the demonette's said so...Well, all the one she hadn't stripped of their magic and poured into a dress.

Bowen was still staring at her, grinning stupidly, eyes full of guileless cheer at having his friend back.

Oh Superbia would have fun twisting him...

“Sorry I took so long...There was this crazy faerie but she was also like a cow? I’m not sure...So did you find anything?”

“Oh I found something” She gestures to herself, a long sweeping motion that accentuates her breasts as she trails a delicate hound down them.

“Myself...” She says in a husky voice.