Corruption of the Noble

Ludmira’s evening was filled with the most pleasurable anguish she had ever experienced, and she was actually able to suppress the sensation with her willpower for brief periods of time, but not enough to rest more than an hour or two. She had no intention of getting her courtiers involved in any of this; she couldn’t even think of any way to explain things in a way that anyone could help her with her problem. She did have a few vials of a potion for disabling her ability to feel anything from a while back and had even used one of those vials when she felt the intense sensation of a pleasant burning begin to escalate its intensity, but the concoction did absolutely nothing for her. That’s when she realized it was some kind of energy working its way through her, and the sensation she was feeling was primarily her body trying to make sense of this immaterial **** spreading through her.

Her first order of business was to see if there were any records that talked about this sort of thing. While her nightgown was elegant, the sensation growing in her was making it increasingly uncomfortable to wear; she decided to visit her archives and see if there was anything on the record that could explain this sensation to her. She wanted to do so before she was parading around naked from all of this.

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While Ludmira’s night was spent trying to deal with the growing corruption in her for the past day or so, the three demons were finally at work dealing with peripheral stuff. Ganmither, finally free of her guise as Madre, made sure to place all of the servants in the manor under a deep sleep, which was an extension of one of her abilities as a Phantasm. Rotsmohuternd, tactically using the guise of Ludmara, would bring each of the servants, individually, to some predesignated rooms in the manor for the third member of their group to work her magic. Murcalumis, now free of her guise as Dalmira, waited in different rooms to meet the gaze of surprised manor staff; they were frozen as statues in a flash; she was using this opportunity to test the range of her abilities.

First up, for funsies, the first maid she had encountered, it seemed appropriate. When the woman met her eyes, Murclumis thought of making the woman a copper statue; just as she was beginning to start screaming about a demon in the mansion, the woman was turned into an erotic statue in the same pose of being an onahole that the other statues she had made before, but crafted from copper ore. It seemed her limit was different kinds of stone, but ores were a type of stone with metal in them. The demoness smirked to herself; she had a plan forming in her head about what to do with the servants, and, later, the town. Using her power to manipulate stone objects she had learned about some time prior to this, she moved the newly formed statue over to the left side of the room, which caused it to drag its clothing along with it and give a few different potential implications about its placement in the process.

When the first male was brought to her, it was the first male guard she had encountered; he had already been relieved of his weaponry, and the moment his eyes met the Concretion Demon’s, he was turned into an erotic obsidian statue; his penis was frozen in the middle of going from half-mast to fully erect, and his groin seemed to be a bit exaggerated, and his mouth was open in pleasured enjoyment expression. “Well,” Murcalumis said to herself, “it looks like males are turned into statues to use as fancy dildos; not that such a thing is a bad thing, it just means more of us will have some dicks to play with when we can’t get our master to pound us.” She felt a tingle of pleasure pulse through her and began caressing her bosom with her hands, “Master will find this most entertaining, but I really should spend some time on my little tests to see what sort of limits with this sort of thing.”

The night continued on like that, Murcalumis turning the maids into onahole statues composed of different unprocessed ores and the butlers into different kinds of regular stone. She topped it off by turning the head maid into a statue made of gold ore and the head butler into a statue composed of a very rare kind of marble. She needed to hold off on it for about a night so she could learn how big the staff was and what the divide between male and female staff looked like.

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Ludmira spent the whole night combing through every text in her collection the entire night but found no leads. All she had to show for her efforts was a more intense pleasurable burning throughout her body. On her way back to her room, she started catching erratic flashes of a figure, but never his face or voice. She saw his back, his chest, his legs, and his groin; the groin seemed to be the most common image, on her way back to her room the long way. che archive allowed one to magic themself in, but not out, even with the fail safes to circumvent that aspect of her home.

Each time Ludmira saw flashes of the figure, especially his groin and its marvelously massive, meaty, cock, she could feel her nethers tingle with increased intensity. She could feel a growing craving to be ravished by the figure coming with each flash. She thought she could gauge herself if she figured out the pattern to the flashes, but the only thing predictable about them was they would come every few seconds, the number of seconds was so erratic and sporadic she couldn’t properly predict them, and her focus for the task kept turning into a climbing difficulty she thought she should have been ready for by now.

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When Ludmira finally got to her room, she secured her door closed and tossed off her nightgown before sloppily, yet still surprisingly elegantly, flopping onto her bed and fondling herself. She had never felt this horny before, even during that incubus incident where she had been assaulted by the demon’s power that targeted the sex drive of females. Before long, she was mouthing something, an expression even didn’t know she was, but she would be saying those words aloud before long. She was basically like that all night, completely unaware of what was happening elsewhere in the manor, and by the time she did learn about it, her mindset would be considerably different.