The Corruption, and Transformation, of Felnira

Felnira had finished half her bread before starting her meeting with Delvin; his cooking was definitely top-notch, almost as good as his mother’s. Chances were if the guild did have a kitchen, they probably wouldn’t have gotten it as good as he gave them. She turned her attention to Delvin, noting his physical changes that she could see.

“First off, thanks for giving me the excuse to get out of the office,” said Felnira in her typical country twain with a hint of refinement, “and secondly, thanks for the meal; I think I might have skipped a few the last few days. So, what prompted you to call the meeting?”

“Someone claiming to be my father’s subordinate, with a few messages, popped up earlier today,” said Delvin promptly, “it seems he was someone of note, even though he never really got in touch with my mother while she was still around, and brought one of my mother’s diaries as proof, with the appropriate key. According to her, my father passed recently, and she needed to find me before confirming I was who she was looking for to convey how to acquire my inheritance.”

“I see, so you’re entertaining the claims for now; where is this messenger at present?”

“She decided to take a look around and said something about making sure whoever had taken care of my old man hadn’t had her tailed.”

“You can never be too careful; what sort of inheritance was she talking about?”

“A transfer of power; she said I had to do a few tasks to obtain it, though.”

“Sounds like either she, or your father were pretty cautious as well. Anything special planned for the inn?”

“Not yet,” said Delvin as he looked into the eye of the guild master, “I might go on a shopping trip at the end of the week; my stores are looking a bit low, and I would appreciate the usual escort; I’ll provide them with two free meal for the day, same as usual.”

“Thanks for that,” said Felnira, “nothing new on the part of the guild; for the time being. See you later,” she got up to leave, grabbing the remains of her bread and stew and stuffing it into her mouth on her way out the door, “I’ll be sure to return the bowl and spoon soon,” and with that, she was out the door and on her way back to the guild building.

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It was barely a 2-minute walk to the guild building, a three-story structure of stone and wood with the guild master’s office taking up most of the top floor. Felnira entered the structure to see the commons as lively as ever; there were Adventurers of some of the more uncommon races mixed in with the common races, mingling and making parties that could only last until the mission was over or possibly years down the line. The chatter was as it had always been; Felnira ascended the stairs to the right of the doorway, catching a glimpse of the kiosks managing the jobs the Adventurers did as she made her way up the stairs. A moment later, after ascending the stairs, Felnira opened her office door to see her assistant, Shirona of the Palladia clan. Shirona was a capable dwarf and excellent Artificer; she had even made some of the items and tools used by Delvin himself. Felnira set her bowl of now cold stew on her work desk as she sat down; it didn’t matter much since she knew a few cantrips to warm it up again.

Felnira could feel a warmth a bit different than the usual kind she got from eating warm food, but she didn’t think it mattered much at the moment. “So,” said the dwarf, “what did the innkeeper have to talk about?” She eyed the stew; it had been a bit too long since she had partaken in more than rations the past few days.

“Something about his latest visitor claiming to have a connection to his father, he’s skeptical, as always. Also, he mentioned planning a shopping run at the end of the week. Start putting together a list of all members of the guild, including ourselves, who are most likely to be available at that time; when he gives the word on when the trip is actually happening, take another look at the availability roster for that day and the day after. Also, send a message to the Mage Guild in the capital; they are going to have to be more specific about what they are requesting our people to find out here, they’re being too vague again, and the master of their guild isn’t responding to my calls, I want to know if that could be grounds for concern.”

“Of course,” said Shirona in a more business-oriented tone; she was happy the current master of the guild could get into her business mode so quickly, “what is the compensation he offered for the trip?”

“Two free meals at the inn for the day to the adventurers that join him on the trip,” she paused for a moment, “put a party limit of six up for those that join him for the trip; we don’t want all our free members going with him on that one trip, you know how they get with guaranteed good food.”

“Of course, ma’am,” said Shirona as she quickly took her notes and left Felnira alone in her far too big office that was barely practical on most days. Felnira used her magic to reheat her soup and finished it with a sound of satisfaction; she almost gave an unladylike burp when she finished. She could feel that strange warmth again; it was flowing all through her torso; when it reached her waist, she could feel her sex itching like it required some sort of attention. Felnira was also feeling a bit more tired than usual; she had deliberately kept herself up for days to deal with the unholy amount of paperwork she was saddled with for the month.

Felnira practically fell asleep in her chair; her dreams were filled with the sensation of someone plowing her with almost reckless abandon at the start; all her sexual fantasies started off more than a little rough. Her dream folded into someone fondling her as they pounded her. It had been literal decades since her last wet dream, and the figure her dreams drew for who was plowing her was a colorless blur, mostly formless other than being humanoid, but her dreams were far too rocked with pleasure for her to really care about such details.

What felt like a few minutes later, the mage woke up with a start and looked around; no one was there; her dream felt like she had been at that erotic activity for hours. It had been ages since she last had any dreams close to that, and the last before this day had been induced by a demon her party had slain. She hadn’t ever had a dream like that from eating Delvin’s cooking before, so it was likely some other factor; the visitor Delvin had; he could handle himself well enough, but if it were some demon masquerading as a traveler, that could mean problems. First thing, she had to gather up records of dreams from the past few days; demons often tried to cast as wide a net as possible when out to harvest, so it would be smart to see who could be targeted. If it were just Felnira, then the likelihood of it being a demon would be considerably reduced. If she was just the target, that could mean someone was using a spell to mess with her from a distance.

Felnira took a quick look out the window; it was evening, and the strange warm sensation running through her system had Felnira deciding to actually use her bed at the guild, something she hadn’t done in days. She made sure to lock her office door before heading to the sleeping chamber; she would do her personal investigation regarding dreams in the morning, then slipped out of her clothing next to the bed. She looked over at the full-body mirror next to the door to the bedroom; she couldn’t deny she still looked as good as she had twenty years ago. Her pale, almost milky white skin betrayed how she had a severe lack of sunlight for a few too many years; her areolas and nipples were a pale pink that was almost unhealthy; her voluptuous figure was more obvious now that she could see her bare bosom and ass. Almost instinctually, Felnira’s hands reached up and began squeezing her nipples, then lightly pulling them, causing her to moan erotically lightly; before she knew it, Felnira was fondling her breasts while using her magic to create a hand that fingered her right nipple.

After giving out her fifth erotic cry, Felnira blinked as she snapped out of her erotic trance and just slipped into her bed, completely naked, and hoped whatever charm she was under would be over. She had the same dream as before; the only real difference was that she could almost feel the figure as their shaft entered her vagina and massaged its walls. Felnira slept in a fit as the sensation of being in a sexual encounter bombarded her sleep.

The next morning, Felnira woke up groggy, refreshed, and without the strange feeling of sexual need. She was only barely awake when she looked in the mirror; a moment later, she was fully awake. Felnira looked like her body was twenty, possibly thirty years, younger. Felnira quickly sent a message to Shirona about her recent discovery, along with a request for a report regarding the dreams of the guild’s personnel and members over the past week or so.

Felnira could still feel that warm sensation coursing through her stronger than before she knew it; Felnira used her magic to create a latex phallic item of considerable size and absent-mindedly started sucking on it, giving out an erotic moan for a moment before realizing what she had done, and hurridly stashed it in her old bag from her active adventuring days. Felnira had her horny moments when she was younger, but not this intensely.

On her return to the bedroom to get on some actual attire, Felnira felt the urges subside. As she was getting dressed, Felnira looked over at the mirror and noticed her younger figure had subsided, and she was back to normal. Felnira figured that she was hallucinating, probably due to all the work she had found herself doing the past few months, but she didn’t discount someone had probably used magic to exasperate the issue. Felnira decided to get her mind off of those things by getting back to her paperwork now that she was appropriately dressed. Before starting her paperwork, Felnira used her magic to unlock the door to the office and close the door to the bedroom; she also checked her bag really quickly and noticed the phallic item she had created prior was no longer there; she started doubting she had even made the thing.

Felnira looked over to her desk, it was loaded with even more paper than it did last time she was working at it, or at least it looked that way. The reluctant guild master gave an audible sigh of defeat and annoyance as she sat down in her chair and started going through her paperwork for the day. The experience was mindnumbing, and it didn’t help that Felnira excelled at paperwork, thanks partly to her training as a Wizard.

Almost an hour after Felnira started her paperwork, which was far more considerable than she would have liked, Shinora entered the office with a clipboard with a small stack of papers clipped onto it. “You mentioned seeming younger in your last message,” said Shinora in her typical gruff, no-nonsense voice, “but you look the same to me.”

“That subsided over half an hour ago,” said Felnira, “I think my workload from the past few months has finally caught up with me; when was the last time I took a day or two off?”

Shirona took a moment to think about things, taking her time to properly recall, “almost nine months now,” she took a quick look at the workload on the desk, “and you probably do need a weekend to yourself. After today, how about you take that weekend off you’ve been needing; you have that spell for having your own magical manor, you haven’t made use of it in quite some time, and it only allows those you permit inside, pretty good for having your little personal day.”

“That sounds like a plan; in the meantime, let’s have the staff check wards just to be sure messing with anyone in these walls is difficult. And make sure to look into time-delayed illusion and enchantment magics. I want to cover all viable possibilities. If I have become a target for someone or something’s spell works, we should make it as difficult as possible; and if others are also being affected, we need to know the extent as soon as possible. Start an investigation into all guild personnel and members regarding dreams that are outside the norm for them; nightmares and unfamiliar dreams often mean a magic user with access to those sorts of spells or a monster with the ability to affect and/or influence dreams.

“It’s been a few decades since you personally experienced anything like this; are you sure it’s not stress and exertion from your role as the master of the guild?”

“I’m not going to discount it, but I want to make sure to cover all the bases because of the kinds of experiences we have in our roles as Adventurers; it seems to be an intelligent decision. But yes, I do intend to take full advantage of my extended break.”

“Good, I’m glad we’re on similar pages in that regard. Now, you just have to contend with today, and then you can get away from it all. Getting through twelve hours of paper shouldn’t be too hard. And I’ll look into those things you asked about.”

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Five hours into the paperwork, Felnira felt awfully calm, at least until she saw a particular word appear on the paper before her. The term “cock” was there; it almost seemed to be in big, bold letters for her eyes. Someone had submitted a report about a ten-foot rooster that breathed fire, and they decided to be a little juvenile by calling it the “Burning Cock” because they thought it would be funny. While cock was a proper term for rooster, the nation of Irocet tended to avoid that term due to it popping up as a euphemism for male genitals a little over 40 years ago; it was clear the one who submitted the report was originally from another nation. But the real problem for Felnira was the word caused her whole body to flair up with a sexual need; she felt like her body was on fire, and her groin itched with the need to have something inside it.

Felnira almost summoned the phallic object again on reflex but caught herself while the act was starting; there was no telling when someone would enter the office again. She sent a quick message to Shirona, then some of the guild staff that she was calling it quits for the day due to something suddenly causing a loss of focus for her, along with a note to advise the guild members on what constitutes proper wording in the nation. Shirona picked up on that quickly; something had caused a flair-up for Felnira, and it had to do with a word typically avoided in the kingdom that would hopefully narrow down the author of the report but nothing else.

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Felnira returned to the inn, her clothes feeling like they had turned into an oven that cooked her as she moved about. She carefully entered the inn and requested a private room; she really didn’t care what kind beyond that; she was also covertly masturbating under her robe with the magic hand she usually used to manipulate things of lower weights remotely, but it only partially helped alleviate her condition.

Delvin could tell she wasn’t in her usual form, she could tell by his look, and his horns had regressed to a set that swept around his forehead in a ring or circlet; he said something about the burst of extra magic subsiding a bit, but she wasn’t paying attention as she worked to deal with her sexual craving without drawing any real attention. Delvin showed her the key to her room, she only caught the number 69, and she dropped seven gold coins even though she intended to only stay for two nights; she hoped the extra would work for the purposes of discretion without her having to say anything, before rushing up to the room and locking it behind her.

The moment she made sure the door and windows were obscuring everything, she stripped off all her clothing so fast it seemed like an instant and laid down on the bed eliciting erotic moans as her spell continued to massage her vaginal region. Felnira was not a virgin, although there were times she wished that were still the case; back during her mid-twenties, Felnira had been subjected to a situation with a rather erotically structured golem (who puts a dragon’s twinned penis on a clay golem?) and was unfortunately subjected to its sexual advances, and raping, of her. Felnira felt an extra sense of perverse glee when she destroyed that abomination of a construct and its creator, then set fire to the workshop and all of its remaining notes; she had no intention of letting that sort of work continue on any further, no matter the cost.

Felnira suddenly envisioned Delvin, and him absolutely wrecking her with carnal viciousness; there was no way the dick she imagined him having was as big as her imagination said it was. She collapsed on the bed, dreams of Delvin ravishing her. Her hips vehemently twitched as she slept; she was having one hell of an erotic dream. She collapsed on the bed at a seductive angle; she awoke in the middle of the night.

She summoned a charcoal pencil almost as soon as she got up and drew a larger-than-average teleportation circle, big enough for two people with a little extra wiggle room; the arcane symbol within the circle was actually simpler than it looked, but that just meant it could be easier to mess with. She then summoned her magical hand and pulled a large, jewel-quality diamond out with the hand; she then had the hand place the diamond near the circle and did a quick test of the circle. A moment later, she was exactly where she wanted to be; she was in the clearing at the heart of the forest within the teleportation circle she had carved in stone and then transmuted brass to last considerably longer from the first time she was here. This was one of her special locations and the site she had first cast the spell she intended in a moment. Ironically, the circle she was now standing in was thrice the size of the one she had scribbled in her room at the inn. She brought the circle back to life, its glowing icy blues and greens when brought to life by her arcane gesturing and muttering before she disappeared back to the room in a flash of snowy white.

Once she was back in the room, Felnira scooped up the diamond and returned to the circle, and teleported there. She moved the diamond to the center of the clearing with her magic, then dropped it as she started the ceremony to raise the magical fortress; almost twenty minutes later, the fortress was raised; this was a spell she hadn’t shared she knew with anyone in the guild, mainly because no situations that warranted it since the time she learned it. Never had she ever thought she would use the spell for something so pedantically for something so based as a sexual encounter. It was only after she had done all this and was standing out in the nippy forest air that she realized she had done all this completely nude; she became embarrassed for a moment, then decided it was fine, less wasted time.

Felnira cast a spell to summon the rest of her things from the room at the in, handing them off to the magical servants of the mystic castle. The fortress was a towering work of stone, metal, and wood, all done up inside and out to match Felnira’s aesthetics; the stonework had an icy blue tint to it, as did the single wooden doorway that served as the entry point, while the metalwork all had a snowy white look to it, the flourishes for the hinges and door handle were even worked to look like snowflakes that were each unique and not something that looked copied from the same mold multiple time. As for the inside, it had a very clear arctic, almost winter holiday-styled aesthetic. And on top of all of that, the style would actually change based on her mindset and intentions at the time of casting.

Felnira’s eyes went big in shock for a moment, and she rushed inside; she hoped she was wrong. Looking about frantically, Felnira noticed all the art was of herself, somewhere between 20 and 30 years younger, in some rather impractical attire and in a variety of salacious, lewd, and erotic postures. And to make matters worse, all the bedrooms, especially her bedroom, had a shelf in the back with a variety of sex toys and tools composed of various materials (including latex, a rather new invention an alchemist somewhere had managed to create a little over a decade ago, and they actually were on record swelling variations of the formula for various prices); they all seemed to be modeled on what she thought Delvin’s genitals might look like. Felnira returned to her room, feeling a little embarrassed and very hot, before sending Delvin a message, complete with instructions on how to operate the teleportation circle to get to the castle she had summoned with her magic.

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Delvin was awoken by the presence of a messaging spell inside his head from Felnira; she sent him instructions on how to get to her. Delvin usually slept in a pair of torn and worn pants on hot or warm nights, which were quite abundant in the subtropical region of the world Irocet resided; the country did have its cold spells, but those were few and far between, and the winter season usually didn’t last more than five months, at worse, and typically only lasted a little over three months, most of the year was spring and summer, the fall was just a month or two more than winter, on the calendar, at any rate, both fall and winter were notoriously short on the continent Irocet resided on, Asulxe. Delvin figured this was the calm before the storm; he would be getting the moment of truth before the next day, hopefully. Delvin had actually spent over an hour just before turning in for the night fucking the literal succubus that had claimed to be a messenger for him; he knew most mortals would be dead from one attempt at sex with a succubus. Still, Delvin had gone two different rounds, both considerably longer than what most people would think possible for an encounter with a succubus.

Said succubus was watching the foot of Delvin’s bed in a creepy yet erotic manner. “I just got a message from my target; she gave me instructions on where to meet.”

“Good,” said Infera, “you won’t be needing sleep much longer; too many vulnerable times. I look forward to what the fruits of your corruption yield. And I also get a kick out of the veil of secrecy you have about all of this, very much what I would expect from a Grand Archdevil; like your father, he was an emperor like no other, and the kingdoms of his lessers bowing to his whims and will at his time of choosing was always a sight to behold.”

“You’re going to be explaining that to me in full when I get back from my…encounter, and if she really is a demon by the end, I’ll formally introduce her to you, and we can brainstorm how to continue. But if what you have been claiming this whole time is false, I’ll return alone, and you’ll give me a formal apology on how you fucked up the last job you were given; it will hopefully give you some sense of closure.”

“That skepticism will serve you well in your dealings with demons and fiends on a regular basis,” said Infera as Delvin made his way out the door.

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Felnira could feel her whole body burning with sexual need; she had lost track of how much time had passed almost as soon as she had sent her message. Then Delvin appeared; he had navigated to her thanks to the hints she left in the fort. And he was a feast for her thirsting hungry eyes; she hadn’t realized how good his muscle definition was until then; he looked good without a shirt on. “Take me,” were the only words Felnira uttered, and they were filled with sexual need. The next thing she knew, Delvin’s pants were off, and his genitals were on full display. His member, and ballsack, were noticeably bigger than her imagination had cooked up; at least she got the shape of his phallus right. Delvin slowly made his way towards the very hot, and willing, mage; with each step, her need intensified until the point before he thrust into her came, and she was both hot and willing, and she felt an inferno and aching joints all over from her intense need. Then Delvin thrust his meaty member into her vaginal canal; her womb descended in record speed to meet his schlong as it entered Felnira. The pounding hadn’t even started, and she was this eager to accept him; it had been literal decades since her last sexual encounter, a drop in the bucket for longer-lived races, but for humans, that was more than a big deal.

Delvin began to pump and hammer Felnira’s vulva and womb; her vaginal walls moved in and conformed to the shape of his penis; Delvin’s thrusts were getting more and more intense, almost violent, as he continued to fuck her. And it wasn’t just her sex he was attending to; Delvin also gripped, fondled, and sucked on Felnira’s breasts, his tongue even tracing her areola a bit before he playfully bit into her nipples. Before she knew it, five hours had passed, and she was feeling both exhausted and much cooler, and Delvin had let off five ejaculations into her, that she had noticed; they had stopped exactly one minute before the witching hour, the hour immediately after midnight.

At almost exactly on witching hour, Felnira could feel the changes in her body beginning to manifest; she literally teleported to stand before a full-body mirror. The sight before her surprised her; she had physically regressed to a time when she was in her prime, but a bit more voluptuously figured, and she looked like she was 35 again. That’s when the real changes started happening; her mind got foggy, almost like it was being iced over for a moment, and her new formation started; she didn’t notice Delvin had popped up behind her to enjoy the show. First, her eyes changed, her pupils turning into umbra ice crystals, and her irises turning into icy blue snowflakes that seemed to shift into slightly off mirrors of each other; her skin bleached to the color of someone that had been out in the cold for years with little to no protection, with her lips turning into a vibrant frozen blue color, and her bosom bursting to a pair of II-Cups in a way that didn’t compromise the frozen look, her areola and tits turning their own shade of frozen blue, with a few sensually winding ice crystals spreading out in different snowflake patterns from her tits and some of the ice starting within the areola; then a tail of ice and chilled flesh erupted from her rear, ending in a sinisterly sensual snowflake of sinister black ice, as a pair of literal blue ice horns grew from the sides of her head in a sensuous manner, ending in what looked like a pair of very sexy patterned icicles at the side of her head. She cried and moaned erotically through the whole transformation.

“Do you know who I am,” Delvin inquired with amusement in my voice.

“Oh, yes,” said the demon that was formerly Felnira in an icily erotic voice, “you are my master, and I’m your faithfully loyal slut, Glacia.”

“There is someone I would like you to meet,” said Delvin, “but first, I’ll require you to return to your human form.”

“You prefer that look, master?”

“Not over what I’m seeing here, but we can’t arouse too much suspicion yet; I will require you to maintain the persona of your former self, for the time being, it’s until we’ve turned the rest of the guild into my equally loyal sluts, and that will take some time. Do you have any suggestions? I was thinking of getting the guild enforcer; we need some muscle working for me.”

“I’ll put it on the list, master,” said Glacia as she resumed the form of Felnira, the only visible hint of her change being her bosom was slightly bigger than before her corruption, “but Felnira’s assistant is the record keeper, and before my rebirth, I had asked her to look into some things for me, we’ll need her in your thrall for your plans to succeed.”

“Arrange for the dwarf to meet me for a meal,” said Delvin with a devilish smirk, “and offer to take over my escort list while she is predisposed with me; I’m sure she’ll appreciate the gesture. Also, when she starts experiencing similar symptoms to yourself before the incident that led to your rebirth, start setting things up for my private time with her; you’ll be invited to watch, of course, covertly, as I put the finishing touches on her corruption. These abilities are new to me, for the most part, and I have yet to figure out a means of controlling the transformations of those I corrupt.”

“So, each new demonic slut is a pleasant surprise; I see nothing wrong with that, for now.”