Melira’s Gambit

How complete is the girls’ submission?

How Much: [1] Surprisingly lacking

Pacing Move: [3] An NPC takes action

Action Focus: [KS] Transform (Mystical)

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Or do they?

As Kulrakan thrusts once more inside her, Lavorra feels a lancing sensation travel from her thighs to her temple. For a moment, it feels as though he has split her in two.

Taken from behind, his upper cock pumping between the thick globes of her ass, she feels him stiffen and shudder, but when she looks up - her mouth and chin still slick from hungrily servicing Melira - she meets her friend’s eyes, which glow with baleful light.

She realises that her mind is her own again.

And she realises, too, that Kulrakan is screaming.

He exits her roughly, and she sprawls on the bed, back in the realm of matter and reality. She looks up to see Melira stood, straight-backed and tall, her skin veined with dancing energy, her hand outstretched in an angry claw.

“Crawl.” She hisses, her voice full of malice and power, strangely echoed.

Kulrakan’s legs snap to the ground with a sickening crunch. His elongated tongue lashes in agony, as his limbs fold in like a dying spider. Lavorra watches in horror as the Daemon-Lord tries to drag himself back to the portal at the room’s far end, his magic visibly sloughing away from him.

And pouring into Melira.

“Your life, your power, what passes for your soul, is mine now.” She speaks as if with two voices, and lifts off the bed, feet dangling in the air. Conjured robes wrap around her in hues of black and rich purple, and her skin crackles.

“You thought to make whores of us. To drink us dry of power, dull our minds, warp our bodies. No such fate for you: only oblivion. It is better than you deserve.” Melira’s voice reaches a booming crescendo, her power, both stolen and stored away exploding out of her.

Was this her plan all along? Or more Daemonic corruption?

With a final keening screech, Kulrakan’s form shatters like glass, leaving jagged splinters strewn across the floor, and a scream that lingers for long moments afterward.

Lavorra cannot help but feel a pang of fear, looking from the shattered Daemon, back to her friend. Melira hovers in the air, her silver hair billowing and now crowned with the glimmering shards of her victim.

“Melira I…” She begins, staring up, wide-eyed. She pulls the sheets up around her, suddenly very aware of her nudity. Her vulnerability. “You did it. You saved us. I’m sorry, I lost myself for a moment, he had me. But I should have trusted in you. You did it.”

Melira turns in the air slowly, gazing down at the small Elf with a look of terrible benevolence.

“I did it. And now his power is mine. It feels… wonderful.” Melira laughs, a twisted, haughty sound. “And with this power, I can remake the ruin his kind have caused, the way I see fit.”

Fear grips Lavorra again. Something is wrong. This is not her Mel, and whatever the thing before her has planned, it can’t be good.

“Please come down now Mel, you’re scaring me. It’s over.”

“Sweet Lavorra. So faithful, so brave. You need never be scared again, not by my side.” Lavorra squirms as she feels herself lifted into the air by Melira’s power. She clutches the sheet as she rises, feet kicking feebly.

“Stop, Melira. Let it go, you don’t need his power anymore.”

“Hush.” She replies, almost kindly, pressing a slender finger to Lavorra’s lips. “There’s no need to struggle. No need to think. You’re safe now darling. Give yourself to me.”