Flamre's Devoted Corruption

Delvin led Flamre out into the main chamber and into his bedroom; he discreetly set things up to make sure no sounds escaped the room the moment he entered. Almost as soon as they were in the room, Flame took the initiative and stripped down to being completely naked, her surprisingly erotic figure on full display for Delvin. Delvin chuckled to himself a bit and just kissed her straight on the lips and into the mouth. He had learned from his time with Hilthrika and her corruption that it would be best to take this much more slowly, but he also knew all this could be a trap to manipulate him, and if that were the case, they were probably counting on him to take things slow to ensure the success he was after. Such fools they were; if that were the case, he just needed to have his corruption trickle in enough to identify the channels of corruption that had been left barren some time ago.

After he got a feel for a portion of the channels of corruption, which had indeed been left quite bare, Delvin released a torrent of corruption into the network, causing intense pleasure to course through Flamre more than she had ever felt before. Delvin felt and watched his corruption course through the channels left by Flamre’s original contractor; he noticed an amusing failing. The channels of corruption barely penetrated her mind and heart, almost as if the one responsible was being overly cautious for one reason or another. With his power, Delvin widened all the channels and had them sink deep into those points within Flamre, then made sure to saturate her heart and mind with his corruption.

While he was doing all that, Delvin had also removed his own attire; once Flamre’s heart and mind were saturated with his corruption, but her body had yet to take on more of his corruption, Delvin created some smaller branching channels to grow, and spread within Flamre as he thrust his penis into her vaginal canal, her womb eagerly descended to meet it and was filled with his semen while in the process of kissing his member so it could insert inside of her. Flamre screamed with pleasure, a sound that Delvin had made sure would not leave the room, along with any other sounds when the two had entered. Flamre collapsed on the bed with satisfaction plastered on her face, but the fun was just beginning for Delvin, her bust and ass began to expand. Her ass grew a good thirty to forty percent larger and became noticeably much squishier and squeezable; her breasts ballooned to an H-Cup, just a smidge bigger than her prior G-Cup. Her figure also became noticeably more voluptuous. And to top things off, she was marked with tattoo-like impressions of Delvin’s symbol as the Lord of Corruption on her groin, both ass cheeks, the small of her back, and within the midst of her bosom, he could even sense the presence of one of the marks upon her tongue but couldn’t really confirm it the way he did the others. But the only ones who would be able to see the marks would be those corrupted by Delvin, Delvin himself, and those of sufficiently high enough mystical capabilities, especially among demons and devils. Delvin felt it necessary to mark his mortal sluts sufficiently enough to let others know who they belonged to, and if he managed to steal them away from other fiends, that just proved his right to the conquest.

All in all, this was a good learning experience, he planned to make some more Warlock sluts to act as his mortal agents as well, and he could potentially use his demonic sluts as conduits for the process. But that would have to wait for another time and another round of planning. For now, he had other matters to attend to.

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After what seemed like several hours, Flamre awoke. She felt the changes in her figure but had yet to notice the markings upon her. Feeling them up, she noticed their increased capacity for inducing pleasure with a much lighter touch. She made sure to pull on her attire; it felt noticeably tighter on her body, but in an erotically fun way, especially since she decided to forgo her undergarments during the process.

Flamre made her way to her room and discreetly entered the chamber. Much to her surprise, all of her bags and travel supplies were already in the room, propped up against the furniture throughout the room. To Flamre’s knowledge, no one else really had access to the room, except maybe Delvin, but she doubted he knew what all belonged to her, even if he did fuck her into unconsciousness.

After a quick change of attire, which felt fiendishly good despite the fact she was just changing her clothes, she almost gave a small erotic moan during the process; Flamre was back out in the commons. She noticed Variimsha at a table staring down some bread and soup, so she made her way over to her traveling companion and sat across from her.

As soon as Flamre was in her chair, Variimsha said in a deadpan voice, “I trust negotiations went well.”

“Better than anticipated,” said Flamre, “what’s with the dish?”

“The innkeeper just put all out before me a moment after I sat down,” said the damphir woman flatly, “said something about it being here for me when I decided I was hungry.”

“Well,” said Flamre, “I did warn him that he had your own approach to meals and the like.”

“Appreciated,” snarked the other woman.