But watch out for indigestion.

Nope.

I silently shoo away Zana, who clearly hadn't heard Priscilla's frustrations through her pillow-based ear armor, turning to my side away from the soon to-be-closed-door, and shutting my eyes tightly.

Well, 'Princess', how about I just head to you, and **** you out.

"Just try it, 'Monster', like anyone unwilling to ravage a cute thing like that could ever be called one of us."

Slowly, but surely, sleep comes...

And my eyes soon open to a hilltop, with a tree, and a picnic blanket; but no shadowy, false Bell. Instead, a strange campfire has found its way atop the hill, with its presence echoing back to past events within this mind of mine. This, is the last of the purifying flame Fawks had 'gifted' me, still connecting me to the enigmatic, and dickish, king of nothing. I peer down from the hill, looking around for the intruder I'd ingested, only to see yet another addition. A shore, seemingly grafted to the grassy landscape, leading out across a sea, and to a distant horizon. It was at this new shore that I spotted her.

This 'Piper', seemed a bit different from the sirens we had fought in the cavern. While she retained the bodily structure of a gorgeous woman (with even more 'womanly' assets than I expected) and the bottom half of a squid-like creature, her coloration was distinctly different. Her tentacles were a solid singular sea foam green, unlike the dotted color of the sirens we battled with; her hair and eyes matching, with that familiar dark blue skin tone being the only thing I mimicing the creature from that days old conflict.

I walk down the hill, fully intending to beat this horrid bitch out of my brain; even still, infuriated at their transgressions against me.

Forcing a dragon to partake of his horde... forcing a fae to debase himself...

"Hello, Fakey." Says Piper, mocking me as she splashes about in the waters. "How doth thou fair, oh glorious champion of the Light."

"Get out of my head."

Ignoring me, she splashes about more, her tendrils wiggling about playfully. "Oh deary me! Good sir, I don't speak 'Light Worshipping Cock-Sucker', it seems you have the wrong siren. Try looking for one with a scrap of red cloth shoved up their pussy; maybe one of them can understand you."

Before thoughts process anything past her words, I've already rushed towards this damn, disgusting, worthless worm in my mind, pinning her down to the beach by her arm, forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"Get. Out."

"Oh, found your balls? Maybe you've found your cock, too..."

This thing... it dares to tease me!? I am more than this worthless little mouse can ever be!

"Ooh, getting hard are we? Wanting to **** little ol' me? Teach me a lesson? As if you would, Lover Boy." The siren chides.

Looking down, I indeed seem to be trying to rip my pants with nothing but my second sword.

"What do you want." I snarl, trying my best not to simply go for her throat with my teeth.

"What do I want? Well, I can't lie... I want your cock in me, for one. I also want to watch it turn that Sorcerer into a cock hungry slut."

"Neither are happening."

"Oh, don't lie to me. You're of the Ruya. You're a dragon. You want everything. Power, wealth, and mates. You want to be king of the world, ruling from atop a mountain of coin, as a veritable army of woman throw themselves at you."

Each of her words dances across my inner workings; each striking directly at some primal part of my my being, the same part that erupts during moments of rage, or passion.

But not all of it...

"Hm? Thinking I'm wrong, Traitor Champion? Us of the Dark know you're a hybrid. Tell me, what else is in your blood; then, I'll truly know what you actually want."

"Fae." I answer; unsure as to why her words have me so... enticed.

What do I want?

"What kind. Fae differ in their needs from one to another. A pixie wants deceit, a gnash'a wants pain..."

"Shiftling."

She pauses, before laughing; gently at first, then becoming nearly manic.

Once she regains her breath, I feel her tendrils beginning to wrap around my legs; begging for me to dive into her.

"Back when they walked the world, the Shiftlings were known for one, maddening need. A need that saw the one who destroyed them ascend to Godhood, for Ihsrom himself wanted their extinction..."

"Tell me. Now!"

...

"To be... God. Not a God; but the only God. To be all things, at all times."

My heart seems to stop... then begins to pound, loudly.

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

Yes... yes... YES!!!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

As I tear my pants clean off my fictional body, and begin to ravage the seductress beneath me, my mind going blank; a deep, feral impulse compelling me forward, to both breed, and fantasize of this concept. To be all things, at once... as though this thought were a trigger, firing my sense away in a blast of euphoria, allowing only for primal thoughts of treachery, debauchery, and power.

As I enter the siren's sex, she seems shocked at the sudden intrusion, then pleased at her handy work; manipulating her Core's captor so easily.

"Mmm... who knew **** could feel so good." She mutters.

Then. The thoughts take hold.

"To be all things... at all times..."

Within my mindscape, I begin to shift and twist my form, changing first into Damian; my former self.

Then, I started to become men I knew; Scott, Osil, and Fawks.

"Oh, an array of tasty treats..." Said the siren, enjoy each cock more than the last.

Men I had seen; My Others.

"Oh! The new lords! By Carn's coochie, more!" She begged.

Then creatures I had seen in the void; a minotaur, an orc, a demon; whose ungodly girth brought her to near orgasm.

"Yes! Yes!"

Then, I began changing wildly, pushing deeper into this manifested siren as my body soon began to resemble a nightmare. Mouths, eyes, and tendrils, ripping through my own flesh to peer at my prey; whose own eyes began to bulge in terror.

"What!? No! Stop!" She yelled, begging as she reach climax, her mind now assaulted by the influx of pleasure and fear.

"To be everything! To be everywhere!" Screamed my many mouths.

She screams; the mouths now reaching for her, their teeth growing to the length of spears, cracking the jaws wide apart, as they sharpen into jagged edges. The tentacles begins to grow spiked with bone; wriggling toward her, as my mass of flesh continues to writhe in this mental high, bathed in a concept so deeply enticing.

"To be everything! To be everywhere!"

"To be everywhere! To be everything!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

...

I awake, screaming bloody **** into the morning; the song having left my throat, as the siren remained silent.