Lily’s New Look

The stone ceiling was a blurred gray sky overhead, and the light of the popot field lamp burned bright enough to make the angel’s skin glitter slightly; that glittering danced as she moved, lunging as she now did for the dismembered hand at John’s feet. John swung his foot forward and sharply kicked the hand backwards, sending it tumbling away. The angel abandoned her dive for the hand and instead chose to spear John, smashing her shoulder against her enemy’s gut.

-13HP
Broken Clay’s merciful touch heals you for 20HP.

It seemed clear she didn’t realize how she was helping him more than hurting, and John had no reason to correct her. Instead, he opened two new tunnels shaped along the opening in her torso as he did for the hand… and felt her remaining hand clench onto him as her lower half fell to the ground. With another tunnel, the entire assembly of her nethers was sent two yards away.

John thought he had seen some tick of it in the hand, but the lower torso confirmed it: she could still move those disconnected parts, and now the legs and lower torso struggled to stand. Another series of tunnels later, the struggle became more difficult as the gaps in her legs were parted, and the disembodied limbs themselves sent to different places along the wall. All the while, the angel offered no complaints; she simply sat upon her new bottom and flailed at John’s legs. One by one, these pieces were parted as well: her remaining hand, then the manifold pieces of her remaining left arm, then the whole of her right. She remained uncapturable… until, with one last, worrisome parting, John severed her head and the small neck chunk besides.

Broken Clay (CAPTURABLE)

The stone bits of body all still wriggled with effort where they had enough points of articulation to try; only her hands made any real progress, and so John tunneled them back into the watchman’s office before moving the door to close, imprisoning them. Daintily, John lifted the head to his face, his fingers cradling her by her beautifully-crafted chin and neck. She swallowed in anticipation, surprising John’s grip again; her flesh did feel like plain stone until it moved, and so it transitioned between pliable flesh and inert rock whenever it needed that semblance of life no sculptor on Earth could capture. What never moved was her hair; as his fingers brushed it, he found the strands to be frozen in that perfect, unfelt breeze.

Staring at her, John thought he ought to capture her already… but the moment had captured him instead, and so he moved his lips to hers…

… and got bit for his troubles. Her attack was silent; it was also futile given that touching her was healing him for more damage than she could manage to deal. Much to John’s delight, her attack also opened her mouth to his tongue, leading John to taste the offered orifice… and she tasted human, John decided. Her mouth was soft only on her wrestling tongue and the insides of her cheeks. She had saliva of some sort, and her attempts to chew and bite at his tongue—futile against the protection of Gamer’s Body as it was—only made her salivate further. John continued to press his mouth to hers as he walked over to the twitching lower torso, now only able to move via part of a thigh, and slowly lowered himself until he kneeled before it.

John stashed his pants away in his inventory, letting his cock tap her stone thigh as he continued to cradle her head to his with one hand. His other hand reached down to check that stone slit he had seen earlier… but found no opening there in its solid folds. He reached past to check her ass, but again the cheeks were solid; if there was any other orifice on her besides those carved into her head, John was not privy to them.

Yet.

He thought to fuck her head, then, in the ways he tried not to imagine doing with Regan’s similarly disembodied skull… but that brought his mind back to that shocked teen hiding in a room with a bunch of monsters, awaiting some horrific angel attack or otherwise ill-fated end.

John withdrew his mouth from the angel and stared her in the eyes. Her brow had not changed in its displeasure, her mouth closed again in that tight-lipped pose, and she continued to stare at him with the stone oceans in her eyes. “Later, then… but not much later, I promise.” John flipped her head up… and kissed his brand onto the base of her head.

You captured Broken Clay!
+210XP
+1 lump of inert divine clay

Tara, I don’t think we’ll need you for the killing part after all, so you can sit tight with the rest.

John glanced around as he watched all the pieces of the angel pop out of existence in a flash of purple light. Tara’s thoughts sounded relieved as she replied, <Good. I didn’t want “angel-killing” on my spirit anyways.>

John jumped back into the room with his summons before dismissing Tara… and then focusing for a moment on his next spell.

“Well? Am I going out or what?” Fairy asked impatiently, irritated by John’s incomplete orders from just a moment ago.

“You are… along with me and Ju. The other six will stay here…”

Fairy glanced about. “Six...?”

You summon Broken Clay.

The room reacted in waves as the shattered, stone angel manifested: surprise, then horror, then intrigue at the obvious, magical nature of this naked statue.

But this was not how Fairy reacted.

“Angel!” Fairy hissed, her wings flashing outward as chains sang in metal clinks as they burst out of her skin and flew into action.

The statue did not respond except to charge at Fairy, her attacks be damned.

… and then the chains recoiled, barred by John’s command. The angel’s fist came just shy of Fairy’s face, freezing her pose in another perfect display of feminine anatomy.

“Six,” John repeated, “and you’re going to help me… with what I think might be a good weapon for you.”

Fairy’s rage continued to burn… until avarice overcame it. Her twisted mask of hate instantly turned into a wide-eyed, high-browed effort to appear innocent and thankful. “F-For me? Do tell, Master…”

He almost wanted to take it back… but truly, the axe would do little if he wielded it and would prove far better in hers. With a wave of his hand, he called the Angel Maimer into his grasp… and more than its weight, its absurd appearance drew everyone’s gaze. The weapon was a chunk of darkness—the “blacksteel” John read about, no doubt—but its handle was wrapped in what felt and looked like warm, pale skin, and its massive two axe blades were each covered in reliefs of angels being simultaneously molested and dismembered by clawed demons in a fiery inferno. Tiny rubies and sapphires marked the eyes of the ****-killers and their victims in these grisly murals, and the entire thing was so heavy with sin that John wondered if Fairy would even want to wield it, being a lightweight combatant as she was.

“It’s… it’s blacksteel,” Fairy finally managed, and then described in exquisite, rapid detail, “Blacksteel forged in the blood of angels… and the handle wrap is 100% pure angelskin—I can smell the difference—with bindings made from wing tendons… but it’s solid blacksteel, the whole thing! At least fifty angels—no, probably an archangel!—would need to be bled into the forge, slowly and painfully, to maintain stability of this large a piece. It’s… enchanted! Angel-killing requires additional divine components… and the mural is…”

John looked at Fairy… and slowly his mouth came to hang open until he asked, “Are you… are you crying?”

Fairy sniffled as she wiped her eyes. “It’s… oh Master, it’s just so beautiful…!”

Wordlessly, and a bit put off, John handed the weapon to a grateful Fairy. With that, he jumped them away to begin their grisly work.

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Barely one Vantage minute later…

It had taken four hours to find and destroy every last angel in the barrier. Fairy had not reported anything but glee at the exercise; John, in those he destroyed, found more examples of beautiful sculpture amid the majority of malformed or awful beasts of rock. Some growled, some spoke in a hallowed tongue John did not recognize, and at least one had offered some litany of hate before John destroyed it. It was clear that some possessed the power of speech; finding out why Clay—John’s hastily-decided name for the angel—didn’t would be one of his questions for the thing.

But this was not the first thing on John’s mind upon returning to his sanctuary. First, there had to be a debriefing… and de-escalation… of sorts in the main hall of his temple.

“Wretched angel!” Yulie hissed as she dived down again at the broken enemy… and again ceased her charge just short of her enemy. Clay, with her hovering fist, shot her arm out in self-defense… only again to fall short of striking the demon hovering above her. Around this scene, his other summons had gathered in anticipation of John’s return, including Regan who, with her head still cradled to her armor, just stood by the back wall and watched the worrisome scene unfold.

The succubus and statue remained in this exchange even as John entered the main temple floor, shouting, “That’s enough, both of you! Yulie, return to… whatever you were doing.”

The succubus flapped her wings in an angry taunt before ascending back to John’s statue; she perched upon it, breasts resting on his shoulder, as she continued to glare at Clay. Clay, meanwhile, began a chase, no matter how futile, by marching up to the inert statue before her.

“Clay, stop.” She did so… and turned to face John, her glare absolute in its admonishment. “Clay… speak to me.”

Her mouth opened, her lips moved, and her tongue formed vowels… and nothing came from that small, broken-up neck of hers.

Clay, speak your thoughts to me, John instructed.

<Sinner. Blasphemer. Charlatan. Enemy.>

John sighed in frustration. That’s something, at least.

Her gaze did not ease, but she did not move any further as instructed. <You can understand me?>

I can, yes.

<You dare to tread upon the hallowed tongue of the Garden; you dare to speak in the purified tones of stone->

No, you’re just being translated to human English while you’re my… minion. ****. John tsked as he tried to hold that thought back. I’m just glad that creepy angel tongue isn’t beyond-

<Then this slavery… this is what broke me away. This is how you stole me. This is why I am incomplete. Sinner. Blasphemer. Killer.>

Alright, I think I get the point-

<Demon.> Her thoughts had trailed off, but not enough for John not to hear her.

Clay’s eyes had set back on Fairy who walked up from the foyer behind John. The jubilation over acquiring a powerful weapon—now resting in her grip, its edges still caked in gray clay—did not make her any happier to see Clay now and truly welcomed to the temple. Through grit teeth, Fairy whispered to John, “Sorry, Master, but slaves or not… this vendetta is written into our blood.”

<How dare… how CAN this demon speak the hallowed tongue?>

“M-Master?” Lily’s request drew John’s attention back to the foyer where, at its mouth, Lily was leaning against the wall with unsure glances all around. “Master, are… are you here?”

“I am,” John sighed.

<What… what is THAT… that thing there?!>

The horror of Clay’s thoughts were directed at Lily, much to John’s amusement, and he answered sardonically, Another succubus… just a weak one… for now.

Clay shook her head in rejection… and only on John’s command to go and rest somewhere did she finally quit the main hall, choosing instead to wander into the eastern hall. None followed her; all were happier with this arrangement.

Especially Fairy, though not for the reasons John assumed.

“Master,” Lily mewled as she got close to John, her armor clinking as she awkwardly walked, “w-was I good? I’m sorry I couldn’t help identify bounties… but can I… can I get… just a touch… as a reward…?”

“Your reward is going to be dependent on how strong I can make you,” John calmly explained as he walked towards the training pit, “so… we’ll start with you, I think.”

Tara, who had leaned against the wall right next to the pit, just gave John an expectant stare.

“And then you, Tara, as we agreed.”

“Agreed” was a stretch, but she nodded with a satisfied smile.

John made quick use of his interface on the way in; he had leveled twice, and all the inert clay harvested in the barrier had been shunted into his (once again overfilled) forge hopper. Focusing on his ability to survive, he put the points where he thought them best: one point in each of Live Hard and Die Hard, and all twenty stat points into Endurance.

Just as soon as he had closed his character sheet, the summary window of the training pit awoke.

GAMER XP: 155,850
MASTER XP: 2,052,241

ROSTER (ORGANIZE BY: AVAILABLE TRAINING XP)
Fairy: 1,736,440
Alysha: 1,429,914
Greenpaw: 1,201,595
Tita: 614,023
Rosa: 604,230
Durr: 504,230
Yulie: 495,220
Tara/Shvoorf: 679,574‬/679,574‬
Botuk: 349,525
Captain Woofroot: 319,367
Ju: 289,342
Lily: 285,564
Thumalk: 285,564
Regan: 285,564
Clay: 282,757
Zalla: 201,510
Juniluny: 104,941
Vok: 90,423
Skythumper: 41,610
Leafdie: 41,610
The Giggle-foots [click to expand]: 0
String Bear: 0
George Takorb: 0
Mimic Drone: 0
Ahk: 0

“Lily, come here…” After a moment of careful direction (and as little touching as possible), Lily was ushered to the middle of the small clearing of dirt at the center of the pit… and with squinting eyes, she looked up at John with a hopeful smile.

HP: 21/21

This better work… John moved the slider on Lily’s “training XP” bar until it had changed the entire thing from pink to red. Huh, the interface changes per summon, I guess…? Disregarding the color change, John then lowered it down by the excess that wouldn’t get her to the next level up. “Now, Lily, you have my permission to speak after you level up. Understood?”

Lily will become level 26 and have 27,414 training XP remaining. Is this OK?

Lily nodded her affirmation.

John readied for the interface to refuse him, to suggest something was impossible, that something was not going to let him save Lily from so sensitive an existence… but he hit the Apply button and, with a flash of light, his interface sang its success.

Lily has leveled up . . . Lily is now level 26!
Lily is evolving!

If not for her crippling eyesight, John would have preferred keeping Lily as she was; as it was, he wasn’t even sure she’d lose that… but he had to hope. Lily’s body was suddenly stripped of clothing… and then began to rise as a purple light took her. Her surprised and then worried stammering filled the chamber as a pop-up told John about her armor being stashed in his inventory. Onward the Gamer looked, wincing through the blinding light of change…

Briefly… a flash of something… a flicker of white…?

But the light shifted to pink… and then to red… and finally to the golden light of molten fire eyes that soon dimmed to brilliant, polished amber. Lily rubbed those glowing eyes after the flash of her transformation had hurt them… or at least, that’s how she interpreted the stinging in her eyes there. She slowly opened them and blinked at the scene that was slowly coming into focus… and at her own, unfamiliar hands. “Master,” she began, finding her voice no deeper than before, “did it work? I’m seeing things weird, now, and…”

But the “weird” things she saw were in perfect focus. The details of the grains of sand beneath her could be seen; the shining buttons on her master’s armor, glinting like silver, could be counted by the succubus now; and her hands, so strangely bright a shade of crimson, had, like all the rest of her, transformed into that beautiful red sheen she knew to mark an experienced succubus.

John admired those details of Lily that she could not immediately appreciate: how her stature had grown, but only by the inch or so of the fleshy horns that now protruded from her hair line to point directly upwards. The horns parsed Lily’s familiar Bettie Page haircut, and her ears were now longer, pointed, and domed. The black pupils of her eyes had shifted to amber and expanded, narrowing her crimson irises as she gained her new eyesight.

Both let their attention drift downward to her chest: once again, still a humble A-cup plane topped with nipples. Lily’s disappointment and wish for something greater translated into her upgraded power.

Lily uses polymorph self.

Her breasts suddenly exploded outward into massive, double-D tits with thick, red-brown nipples, each one slightly freckled along with other parts of her body. “W-Wow!”

“Wow,” John agreed. The rest of her body had remained its original form, though her tail was now quivering and moving with renewed excitement and a small, heart-shaped pad at its end. Hesitantly, he checked her newly upgraded sheet.

Lily
Level 26 Succubus Mutatio
HP: 1,421/1,421
MP: 1,945/1,945
XP: 0/36,450 (TP: 27,414)
Stats: Str 18, Agi 24, End 30, Int 27, Wis 18, Cha 74, Lib 96
Status Effects: Terminal Demon Illness (Amor)
Qualities: Alluring, Demon, Immune to Charm, Polymorphed, Sex Eater
Skills: Charm Person lvl20, Detect Lust lvl19, Dominate Person lvl7, Drain Essence lvl25, Drain Life lvl25, Identify Desire lvl4, Instant Dungeon lvl21, Polymorph Self lvl10
R/S: +200
An adorable and powerfully sexy succubus who has recently, properly become your minion. She has fallen desperately in love with you, unfortunately. Her bodily fluids are not only lust-inducing, but copious in frankly embarrassing ways. Her recent gain in power and sight have done nothing to change her awkward inexperience.

“M-Master, I’m… I’m huge!” John glanced down at the succubus who was, for now, still somewhere around 4’9” in stature.

“Sure… and you can see now?”

“Yes… yes, Master, oh, this is…” Lily’s beautiful eyes now glittered in a way that hurt John to watch… and let him lower his guard long enough for her to approach him. “You’ve been so kind… a-and generous… please, Master…” She clung to him fast and perched her head up on his chest, her lips pursing in a pitiful begging for attention… and John, smiling, dared to give her a peck.

But a peck was met with her long, serpentine tongue… and soon John found himself sucking on it an inch from her face as her eyes rolled backwards in her head. An audible squirt hit the training pit floor…

HP: 1,417/1,417

Christ, even just… this… John was still overly aroused from not being able to satisfy himself with Clay… which reminded him, at last, of what remained on his agenda.

“Well, isn’t this… sweet?” Tara’s question was more a taunt, and John gave her a grin for her troubles. “Am I next, then? For the power, I mean, not… that...”

John conveyed Lily behind Tara, leaving her stumbling as she tried to get used to her monstrous tits. “Lily, go back to your original size. And Tara, that’s… fair, yes.” He kept the second half of his sentence to himself, but his smile gave it away.

“Oh,” Tara whispered coyly, “I bet you’d like me to be like that, huh?”

“It would be very… hot, yeah.”

“Nice try,” she muttered as she walked into the circle.

“I know fire puns get you real warmed up, so-”

“Shut up and do this thing, Newman.”

“B-But Master,” Lily whined as she neared, “it’s been… so long…”

“Lily, go wait in my room with…” Wait, fuck… John glanced down at the squirt down on the training pit floor.

Magical item: essence of lust. This essence secretes from a succubus' eyes, sweat glands, mouth, pussy, anus, and even as airborne particles released as pheromones. The essence is a physiological and neurological poison meant to arouse. Consuming a single drop, or being exposed to a few drops on open skin, increases the effect of the target's libido by 20%, compounding with earlier doses, for up to ten minutes following the last dose. Every dose also permanently increases the target's libido by 5, up to a maximum of [succubus' level x 10]. These effects can only be felt once per round, but essence of lust does not become inert until it is consumed.

“Damn it, I can’t leave you alone with… anyone…” John glanced at her health anew; as long as he wasn’t interacting with her, it seemed to degenerate fairly slowly… enough so that he could probably trust her by herself. Certainly, he didn’t want Juniluny--mother of his children, he had to remind himself--in a stupor of lust. “Lily, wait in my sanctuary and on my bed. We’ll figure something out for you… eventually.”

Out in the main hall, other minions stole glances into the room, including one of a trio who had gotten into an argument as to how to escape the temple and John. Leafdie, the black-furred Almiraj with a chunk of his left ear missing, had not bothered to rise from where he was lying by the far wall near the ever-closed alchemist lab. But a sleepy glance did give him an eyeful… and there, he saw them…

… small, fleshy protrusions emanating from a stranger’s head. He blinked as he slowly recognized, past her new transformations, the strange, pink-skinned one that had recently joined their ranks… but not until she had such Almiraj-like ears (at least, according to Leafdie) had he ever considered her so… alluring. With an order from John, she was sent skipping away, still naked and… so obviously troubled with arousal! Such a fertile-looking body and… and those hips… and those ears (horns)…

Now Leafdie, too, was heading for John’s sanctuary.