The Hunter's Corruption Begins

Variimsha had noticed the changes in Flamre, not all were physical, but she had also seen the woman literally alter aspects of herself for a number of reasons that required social elements pretty regularly. Variimsha doubted she even knew what Flamre’s true personality. She recalled Flamre telling her something about hunting down a demon that did something to her, but Variimsha really didn’t pry into the other woman’s reasons. Variimsha was cautious of everything, even food, since the day a pair of witches had brutally ended the lives of her family, then, on a lark, placed Variimsha herself in her current state.

Variimsha was an assumed name; she would only share her original name after there was proof the ones responsible for the **** of her kith were taken care of, permanently. Shortly after the incident, she found that residual magics from her experience had granted her mystical abilities she vowed to put to use slaying those vile creatures. While she often joked, when she felt it necessary to actually do some kind of socializing, about selling her soul for the power to take down those creatures that ruined her life, Variimsha wasn’t entirely sure she would do anything like that. She was in the commons watching what was going on around her.

The innkeeper’s food smelled good, but Variimsha still remembered how the last time something like that led to problems for her. Flamre was her longest traveling companion, and she had the social interaction thing down to an art. Flamre was the only one Variimsha really joked around with, but that was when the two of them were alone in private. And the half-genie was extra social today, almost to the point of obsession if Variimsha didn’t know any better and hadn’t spent so much time with her up until now. Little did she know that inkling was a bit more accurate than she gave it credit for.

Despite only having the water from her own supplies, and maybe a few trail rations that really did require replenishment, Variimsha was starting to feel a a bit warm in her body. This was odd, seeing as she hadn’t felt warm anywhere in her body for quite some time now; even warm and hot foods didn’t feel all that warm or hot within her body. But now, she could feel something warming within her body, and beginning to spread out with tentacles throughout her in an unnervingly pleasurable way that excited her more than she thought possible and horrified her less than she thought she should be. Something was happening with her body that she didn’t particularly like, especially given her history before all this.

Variimsha returned to her room and secured the door closed to make sure she would not be disturbed while she took care of her rising personal problem. Suddenly realizing that the innkeeper could probably enter the room with a spare key, and that some people have access to spells that work on locks, Variimsha moved some furniture in front of the door to further hinder attempts to enter the room; the process took quite a bit of time and left her feeling a bit more drained than she anticipated. The whole process left it so the desk and its chair were up against the door; the armoire didn’t seem like a good choice for that.

Variimsha could feel what felt like lava spreading throughout her body, slowly building up the heat in various parts of her body; before she knew it, Variimsha was already naked on her bed. Then the next thing she knew it, she found herself fondling her own breasts. Somehow the diminished sensations of her body, Variimsha found her body had a heightened sense of pleasure. The idea of pleasuring herself flashed through her head for an instant, followed by a quick flash entertaining the idea of having Delvin as a sexual partner; she shook her head to get free of both thoughts.

Even with all her restraint, Variimsha suddenly found her hands actually massaging her breasts; it took longer than anyone would anticipate to notice that was happening due to the muted sense of touch Variimsha seemed to be cursed with. A sensation that was slowly working its way towards being less of an issue regarding her physical pleasure. Variimsha hoped it was something temporary and would pass with a good night’s sleep.

Little did Variimsha know that her state of rest would make things more intense, not less. Variimsha was a ball of gothic angst and had been, for years, by her own volition. But what was happening to her seemed to be making the angsty part of that deal less viable. Variimsha was hoping what was happening to her was just a joke one of the local adventurers decided to play on her. It always seemed half the time someone became noticeably more powerful; they also decided to get considerably more juvenile, it was annoying, and Variimsha was thankful many guild masters worked to keep that sort of behavior in check, and to a considerable minimum. Variimsha was outside the knowledge that the balance of power for the area had shifted, considerably, and before too long, she would find herself on the other side of that same shift in the balance of power.