Quite Pleasant

Nothing of supreme value was discussed at dinner that night. Which implies that simple human companionship is not in itself the most valuable commodity known to man, which of course it is. It’s just that nothing relevant to my mission or sex, happened so who cares? Charles and his wife were lovely people and the world was a better place for having them.

Daliah was a fine companion too, an uneducated city girl with brown hair? Just my type.

“Well Charles seems to like you.” She said I escorted her out of the house and into the cool night.

I smiled. “I like him too. I could even love him, if his wife wasn’t stopping us.”

“Good luck getting between them. They’re ironclad.”

“It seems so.” I ran my hands along the robes she was wearing, they were fancier than anything I owned, and she wasn’t even an alchemist. “Would you like to spend the night?” I hooked my free hand over towards their warehouse. “I’m sleeping on straw.”

“Very tempting.” She smiled and shook her head. “I’ve got my own place to stay.”

I nodded. “Then we’ll spend the night there.”

She turned on me, placing her hand on my chest. Small hands, very firm. “Hey now, you’ve been a perfect gentleman all night.” She looked up at me, her eyes were fabulous in the moonlight. “Don’t ruin it.”

I laughed. “Don’t ruin it? The gentlemanly demeanor was all towards the end of sleeping with you. That’s like saying you shouldn’t ruin a construction by having a building at the end.”

“You’re ruining it.”

“I’m ruining it, alright.” I put my hands on my hips. “When do you want this lesson, huh?”

“I’m off Mondays.”

“She’s off Mondays, alright.” I rub the back of my head. “Well at least give me your address so I can be there for the lesson.”

She gave me a look. “We’re not doing it at your place?”

“Well… my place is unassembled in the back of a cart, so no.” I scratch my nose, suddenly pretending like I have no interest in sleeping with this girl. “We could do it at the shop, I don’t care. In the park, under a bridge, wherever’s clever.”

She gruffs. “My place is fine.” She dotted down an address on a piece of paper.

“You’re going to need some ingredients too.” I rattled off a few basic materials for a potion or two. “I’m not paying for that because I respect you too much, and don’t want you to think I’m doing this just for sex.”

She smirked. “But you are, and now I know you’re cheap, so it just became even more unlikely. How about you spot me just this once?”

I’ve been a member of a demon cult long enough to know when someone is trying to manipulate me. “Can’t afford it can you?”

She sighed. “No.”

“You don’t get a discount?”

“I barely get paid dude.” Sweet sweet resentment, I could smell it on her breath.

“Just take what you need then. You run the store right? Your master won’t notice a few missing herbs.”

She took a step back. “Steal? Are you insane? She’ll turn me into a toad.”

“Good grief she’s an alchemist not a witch.”

“Then she’ll just poison me. No way.”

This time I sighed. “Listen, the opportunity to learn alchemy has finally landed at your feet. I’m doing this for free, I’m trying to work with you. Ya got to meet me half way on this. I can’t just buy ingredients for you, and I can’t stress this next part enough, without expecting sex. So, do what ya got to do to get those ingredients by Monday. Buy them, steal them, I’m agnostic as to what you should do. So long as you seize control of your own destiny.”

I see her process this ultimatum, her face fluctuates between anger, and something else. Something a little more reverent. “Who are you?” She asks finally, doubtlessly she won’t be the last person to ask such a question before my quest is done. (Daliah McTavish +3) -50 Corruption)

“Just a traveling alchemist.” I run my hand through her hair. “Spreading the word.”

Feeling the dark intentions within her mind I brought the two of us to the realm of souls, where she floated helplessly unaware. I admired her pale naked body, thin as a rail, with disappointingly

small breasts and ass. Still worth it though, ya know? Besides I could always turn her over to the baby making Prince like I did Elizabeth and plump those puppies up.

The spheres assembled, and orbited around my apprentice to be.

“Good evening dear.” I recognized Matrowyn’s spirit as it observed the girl. “I have returned to see if your favor with me holds.” The prince of mothers and fertility said.

“Enough you cow.” The prince of beastmen, and anarchy groaned. The two of them were slightly different shades of brown, but luckily they had their demonic sigils to identify them. “Not everything is about you. Allow our shy brother to talk.”

I directed my gaze to a new orb, who I’d not yet seen. It was black in color, with a sigil inscribed within it, the color of gold. Sheobrimborn, The Thief of Wonders. “Hello.” It whispered. “I enjoyed your heist. You’ve convinced this girl to steal from her master, and this has earned you my boon.” His voice was soft and trembling.

I cleared my throat, still not used to bargaining with such legends. “Then you may offer it to me first, your grace.”

“You seek to make her an alchemist, but let me craft a thief instead. Give me her soul, and I’ll make her a kleptophile. Just the thought of stealing something will turn her on, and during a heist she’ll experience near orgasmic euphoria. When she returns to you, you’ll have the items you commanded her to steal, and a wet and willing partner to indulge in.”

Having her become addicted to stealing stuff for me, was certainly one way to corrupt her. Eventually I was going to have to take down the town’s alchemist, and having a thief in her shop was going to be one way to do it.

Matrowyn spoke next. “You seek to educate and elevate this girl, but why? Learning alchemy would only further distract her from her purpose in life of being a mother. You wish to sleep with her, so let me make it easy for you. Give her soul to me, and I’ll reduce her mind to the simple happy brain of cattle. You won’t have to waste your time training or, seducing her. Simply take her by the collar tonight, and breed her.”

Sex tonight? Hard to argue with that.

Our final contestant in this gameshow spoke up, the lord of animal hybrids. “Young pup these idiots seek to impose their own fetishes upon the game you're playing. So allow me to instead use my powers to enhance what you’re already doing. Give her soul to me, and I’ll give her the aspect of the alchemist’s familiar. Do you know of it?”

I nodded. “It’s a salamander whose skin reproduces and excretes, whatever potion you feed it.”

“Correct. With this boon all her fluids will run electric with your ingenious concoctions.”

That was big, really big. Not only would I be able to use her to create more expensive potions on the cheap, but… the thought of her vagina leaking one of my mutation potions, and having another **** eat her out… yummy.

Damn, okay three really good options this time.

The Wet Bandit: The subject of this trait will become inexplicably aroused by any kind of theft or burglary. Convincing them to steal something will become trivially easy, and can even be used as a reward later down the line.

With that I’d basically be adding Daliah to my organization as a thief. She was in a prime location for it, that alchemist shop would be my lifeline to power for a long time, and make no mistake I intended on taking it over at some point. Getting her as a thief and corrupting her through those means, seemed like a very strong play.

Mommy Brain: The subject has their Intelligence drastically reduced. They’ll become pliable, and basically will do whatever the user leads them to, like a Shepard guiding their flock. The subject does not gain corruption for doing acts they’re too dumb to understand.

So this was the instant gratification path. I could take her mind now, lead her back into the warehouse and fuck her brains out there. I was mad horny, but she’d probably become too stupid to run the shop and get fired. But even then if she’s dull enough I could probably get her to down a few mutation potions, and see what happens.

Alchemist’s Familiar: The subject’s bodily fluids will mimic whatever the last potion they consumed was. This allows them to benefit from the potion indefinitely, as well as reproduce more of it. If the potion was a poison, or some kind of harmful substance the subject instead gains immunity to it’s effects.

And that kind of just fits my theme. I could keep on my path of training her as an alchemist. I’m not sure where that would go, but it could be fun. Once again, I’d keep my spy within the shop with the added benefit of having a secondary source of potions. I’ll have to admit that the thought of pumping Daliah's breasts for lust draft was pretty fun.