Her Surprise Kinky Dream

Variimsha found herself asleep faster than she thought. Before she knew it, Variimsha was in the dream realm. She didn’t have much memory of lucid dreams, mostly hearing about them and how knowing how to do the practice can act as a solid defense against creatures that deal in dreams in nightmares. That said, she didn’t like where things were for her.

Variimsha was in her family home, her family weren’t nobles, but they were competent enough to be granted a decent residence and power by their local lord. The building wasn’t much, a three-story building that was a bit shy of being called a manor, and she had grown up in it all her life before the incident. She couldn’t recall how things were decorated or arranged; all she could remember was the whole thing literally collapsing around her while her family lay dead, and she was being held by some **** she could feel but not see. Her father had been a very capable messenger courtier, while her mother had come from a family of capable crafters. Variimsha wasn’t old enough to start learning the ins and outs of her father’s work at the time; she probably was never up for consideration when you took into account that she had three older brothers learning the ways from her parents. Back in those days, Variimsha entertained the idea of going to a school for mages. Her family really didn’t care one way or the other, so they probably would have paid the initial tuition fees and then told her to figure out how to handle the school expenses on her own.

The mansion was supposed to be impressive in its own right, but since she couldn’t recall its interior and exterior designs, the style and layout of the complex kept changing at erratic intervals around her; the only things that remained with each change were the scars of the building that were ingrained in her mind from when it collapsed around her. Even the art and its displays throughout the house kept changing to images she vaguely recalled from those happier days. Variimsha didn’t understand what was going on.

And, amusingly enough, what concerned her the most, ironically enough, had nothing to do with where she was but how she was attired or rather had a lack of attire. Variimsha was completely naked in the dream and had no weapons to speak of. She tried summoning blades she had used and seen up to that point to help her out, but they refused to materialize for some reason; the best she got was some random item that had no place in the fight representing them in some way. It was annoying.

Variimsha gave an exasperated sigh and decided to just deal with things unarmed until she came across a reasonable weapon in the dreamscape, then continued down the ever-shifting layout. For some reason, every time she opened a door to a room, regardless of what was contained within, she could feel a heat she was unfamiliar with building up within her groin and bosom. Before long, the facade of childhood home gave way to, of all things, the inn she was staying at. The place was devoid of any real presence beyond her own.

However, unlike the inn itself, the decore had images of her and every woman she had ever met in sensual, erotic, and kinky postures and positions. Most prominent, was the vestige of some sort of figure with a similar build and frame to herself, with noticeably bigger assets on her and a pair of spear-like horns coming from her head.

“Took you long enough,” said the figure in a more sensually dignified version of her own voice, “you were supposed to be here,” she took a quick look at the clock to her right, which had the form of a large sickle blade but the figure pointing to different points on the clock was Variimsha’s own naked figure using her arms and one of her legs to point to the numbers and marking on the clock, for a moment before turning back to Variimsha, “fifteen minutes ago.”

The figure was a bit odd; she had a monochrome appearance that was always shifting between whites, blacks, and grays; how Variimsha hadn’t noticed before annoyed her, she chalked it up to her worsened color vision and tendency to always see herself in her own pale form to not notice something so obvious in hindsight. Her personality was also cordial but had the demeanor of a hunter merely respecting their prey to some degree. And Variimsha didn’t like where she thought this was going.

“You’re some demon the witches put in me and will soon replace me,” said Variimsha in a coldly snarky tone, “I’ve been aware of such cases for some time now.”

“Hardly,” said the demoness as she approached Variimsha slowly, sensually, evocatively, “I’m what you became destined to be when you entered this inn. You may not have known it at the time, but you suspected something like it, especially when the half-genie was a bit too gregarious with the innkeeper, even for her.”

“Get to the point,” said Variimsha in an annoyed voice that was starting to seep with anger.

“The inn is the domain of a devil that has been growing his power,” she cocked her head to the side as if thinking about something or recalling something, in the exact same way Variimsha did, “and the Adventures’ Guild it neighbors has already fallen to that devil’s growing power.”

“But I didn’t sense anything of that nature,” said Variimsha, “I got a bit of a false positive off the demonkin, but I didn’t sense any genui…the demonkin wasn’t a demonkin.”

“Oh, he most definitely was a genuine demonkin until shortly after some Adventures took down one of the Devil Lords,” said the demon version of herself, “but you know how the powerful devils are; they always like to have a contingency, just in case things go against them. You suspected the ones that cursed you to the existence you up until now were in league with a fiend, and you were right. Once you embrace your future as me, and finish the ritual, you’ll have the power to find them in ways you didn’t think were possible,” she licked her lips sensually, as if anticipating some kind of meal, and what you do when you finally get them is still on you. But how you decide to punish them might be notably different than what you’ve got in mind at the moment. Regardless, they, and their master, only deserve to be punished appropriately.”

“Yes,” said Variimsha as she felt her groin and tits burning with an intensity she never thought possible; it hurt more than anything she had ever experienced before, but it also felt incredibly pleasurable; it was almost as if the more intense the pain, the greater the pleasure coursed through her body. “They do deserve an appropriate punishment.” She didn’t even notice how her eyes had changed to match those of the demon.

Suddenly, Delvin was there, in all his naked glory, “The ritual is simple,” said Delvin, “accept my seed into your body, it will mix with the corruption that was placed within you some time ago, and you will awaken as your new demonic form. And all ready to do what must be done, and with the new, you comes a new identity you were meant to have.” Without hesitation, Variimsha took Delvin’s hardening cock and inserted it into her vagina in one smooth motion. She could feel herself being a little tight, but in a fun way, as she slid down his penis and began to ride it; it was only as she felt Delvin’s sperm explode inside her eager womb that she awoke from her slumber.

Variimsha looked around in confusion; she could feel a cock inside of her spilling out into her womb in the most pleasurable way possible. She suddenly came wide awake and noticed this was not her assigned room, a quick look back at whom she was riding revealed her partner to be Delvin. And to make matters more unusual, Flamre was off to the side, just watching the whole thing, mouthing how jealous she was of what was coming next.

Variimsha quickly got off of Delvin and made her way into the commons; the moment she reached the table she had seen her other self at in the dream, a dark ooze the same color as Delvin’s jizz exploded around her and encased her in an egg-like cocoon. She could feel her muscles get more toned and defined, her ass double in size, and her breast exploded into a HH-Cup bosom; she could feel the horns emerge from her forehead, and a wiry thin, almost invisible, tail shot out of her ass as the egg exploded into ambient energies to leave the newly reborn demon on the floor, standing there in a provocative pose.

After a moment, the newly reborn demon said in the same voice that had spoken to Variimsha in her dream, “Greetings, master,” she gave a respectful bow, “I am Malikanm, your newest demonic slut.”

Delvin knew what this was before him, an exceedingly rare demon known as a Hunter Fiend, which were commonly known as “Elemental Hunters” due to their ability to make use of multiple elemental forces; they were said to be able to smell and track the soul of any being they had ever encountered or become aware of. “Well, it seems I keep collecting quite the rare assortment of demonic sluts,” said Delvin with a smirk, “I have a feeling you’ll prove quite useful before too long.”

“Thank you, master,” said Malkikanm, “but I have an urgent personal matter to attend to.”

“Punishing the ones who **** you on the path you walked before becoming one of my minions,” said Delvin, “very well, go ahead and administer an appropriate punishment, and do be a dear and thank them for bringing you to my service.”

“Gladly,” said Malkikanm with an erotic lick of her lips, “I’ll be sure to give them your thanks along with their punishment.” With that, she faded into the shadows and made her way to her targets.

“Pity you couldn’t give her an inaugural fuck before she left,” said Hilthrika as she materialized next to Delvin.”

“It would have gotten in the way of her focus,” said Delvin, “besides, that will just make the experience when she returns extra special; make sure to assign the appropriate subordinates to keep an eye on her movements and actions, stress that it is a directive from me they are to only observe her and not get involved in anything, except in matters of **** threat to her.”

“Of course,” said Hilthrika with an erotic lick of her lips, “and the team we sent to meet the noble, which is amusingly enough, the queen's sister and the biological mother of our storm demon, says they’re about halfway with their journey to her residence. None of our demons could go there the quick way due to the magical precautions, and the fact the closest one to having been there technically was not there.”

“It looks like we might be a bit ahead of schedule,” said Delvin, “how about you spend some time going over the prep work; after all, that ritual is considered complex among demons and devils, which means it is far more complex than the vast majority of rituals utilized by spellcasters on the mortal plane.”