To assimilate.

You know what the whisper meant and you do not resist it as your hand thrusts down towards the nymph's chest and the pointed claw-like fingertips of the gauntlet pierce her flesh. She lets out a gasp and a breathless cry as your hand pierces her, but she soon has no breath left to cry out with as your fingertips pierce her heart. You have pierced to the core of the naiad and hold her life in your hands...and it is that life you seek to collect.

For she is yours. You are claiming her, as the dark power worming within you has urged. You are claiming her completely as, instead of blood flowing from the wound you have made in the water nymph's chest, a pure blue light bleeds out instead. That blue light seems to coalesce into some form of matter, a misty gauzy stream of plasma that flows up and around your gauntleted hand. That life energy, for that is what it is, flows up and around the gauntlet before seeming to sink into the black metal surface of it causing it to glow with it's own crimson light.

Blue flows into crimson and, as it does, the nymph's body becomes less and less solid until the female you had taken your pleasure in dissipates into that pure magical energy and is absorbed into the gauntlet that encases your hand. The lingering feminine scent of the nymph hangs in the air for a bare few moments before even that seems to dissipate into nothingness as all traces of the naiad disappear, absorbed into the dark artifact upon your right hand like dry earth absorbing moisture.

You have a bare moment to react with horror at what you have done before a sudden shock goes through your body. You cry out as your every muscle seizes as pure energy flows out from your right hand and throughout your body. You feel the magical essence of the nymph flowing into you from the gauntlet, the power sinking into you and exhilarating you like nothing else ever has. Not even your recent first experience with the pleasures of the flesh compare to the excitement and overwhelming sensations of that power filling your body and strengthening you from the inside out.

As your body is filled with energy, the gauntlet glows for a moment with blue light before shifting to the crimson that seems to emanate from the gauntlet itself. And, as it does that, the surface of the gauntlet shifts and changes. Small spikes grow from the knuckles of the gauntlet and the symbols etched into the surface of it grow more intricate as though some invisible craftsman is carving them into the black steel as you stand there. The most obvious change, however, is in that the gauntlet seems to have grown. No longer stopping below your elbow, a layer of what appears to be thin black chain-mail extends out from the gauntlet to flow up along your arm to your shoulder. When it finishes, it appears more like black scaled skin than armor and the fact that you cannot truly see where the armor ends and your shoulder begins only reinforces that image.

You should be horrified by that, you know, but, as the power flowed through you, you find that horror at the change is, if not lost to you, greatly lessened. For, as that power fills you, you can only feel elation and exhilaration instead of fear or revulsion. So elated and exhilarated are you that your lips curve into a wicked smile and a dark sound of mirth leaves your lips, a deep laugh that resonates from your chest and bubbles up out from your throat in a long, low chuckle.

Yes, this is power, isn't it? You've known physical strength and fitness, having trained all your life to possess such things, but that is nothing compared to this power. And, at this first taste of true power, you find something inside of you hungers for it. Hungers quite intensely indeed...