The final preparations.

The three of us bid Diligence farewell and I thanked her for the help. I promised to make another visit to the Temple of Hallowed Servitude again in the future. With the help of a couple burly slaves from the temple, we moved all of Salacious’ belongings through my portal and into our home world. As a brief aside, the Return Stone worked exactly how Astrea thought it would, which was a relief.

Speaking of Salacious, her condition was interesting. She was barely ambulatory, and the moment she arrived in our world, she collapsed on our couch and moaned rather hornily for the next hour afterward as her transformation into one of my slaves completed.

Physically, not much changed. She was already pretty beautiful, so there was barely any change there, and obviously there would be no visible indicator that she was immortal. The biggest changes were to her eyes and hair, the former of which became completely red in lieu of their original purple, and the latter of which changed from jet black to snowy white like mine and Astrea’s, minus the purple highlights which remained that color.

It actually hadn’t occurred to me until that point that Astrea’s eye and hair color also matched mine. When I asked her about it, Astrea mentioned that her natural hair color was blonde, and her eyes used to be blue. It seemed as though this would happen to every new **** I acquired, which was just fine by me because they both looked hot with white hair and red eyes.

Once the hour was up, I felt it. There was an indescribable yet unmistakable sensation that our consciousnesses had become linked together. Not only that, the bond I shared with Astrea got more potent at the same time. They were both definitely Brood-Lords now, after a moment of experimentation I found that I could easily synchronize with their senses.

The whole thing was a little hard to wrap my head around, so I devised a pretty simple mental image to help myself visualize what was happening. It was like both Astrea and Salacious were driving cars—their bodies. At any point, if I wanted to, I could become a passenger in their “car”, seeing everything that they see, feeling everything that they feel, hearing everything that they hear, and so on. While I was a passenger, I couldn’t control their car directly, but I could direct them to do certain things without them even knowing.

For example, at some point I had become a passenger in Salacious’ body and telepathically ordered her to tweak her own nipple. She had no idea I had ordered her to do anything, and yet she lifted her hand and did exactly as I commanded. When I asked her about it, she simply said that she felt like doing it, so she did. I decided not to tell either of them I could do this, primarily because I didn’t want them to be constantly second-guessing their own actions.

Also, I didn’t just have to be a passenger. I could also boot them out of the driver’s seat and take complete and direct control of their body as though it were my own. I experimented with this by doing so with Astrea.

Which is exactly how I ended up in Astrea’s body, sitting on the couch with Salacious, and making out with her and fondling her massive purple tits. All the while, my body was just sitting in one of the arm-chairs appearing to be in a trance-like state.

Salacious was a very aggressive kisser, and her long, slender tongue made the experience very enjoyable. I felt like I could kiss her for literal hours and never get bored.

This is… I heard Astrea’s voice in my mind, … quite the experience. I can feel her lips on mine and my hand on her breasts, but I can’t control anything.

I smiled a little as I bit Salacious’ lower lip and temporarily ended our kiss. I then returned to my own body. “Well, that was cool,” I said.

“Damn,” Salacious said. “You know, when I first saw you two, I kind of assumed Astrea was the top. What with you being a pipsqueak and all. Turns out that Astrea is a perfect little pet.”

“Just because I am utterly and completely devoted to Miss Percy doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind tasting the fruit of the other garden.” Astrea replied.

Salacious responded to this with a vacant stare and furrowed brow. “What?”

I chuckled, “She’s saying she’s a switch and wouldn’t mind topping you.”

“Oh, why couldn’t you have just said that? I’m down!” Salacious grinned.

“You seem to be experienced,” Astrea said, “no judgement, by the way. What sort of sexual things do you enjoy doing?”

“Uh, well, I’m down for just about anything, really. But I think my favorites are anything to do with my mouth. I just know I like sucking on things, biting, licking, and so on. This guy over here,” she gestured to me, “literally made one of my dreams come true when he made me cum from swallowing his spunk.”

“If you’d like, I can concoct a potion that would make your mouth, lips, and tongue all erogenous zones,” Astrea offered.

Salacious had another blank stare, “Ero-what-now?”

“She can make you cum with your mouth,” I simplified.

Her eyes widened, “Really!? Fix it up for me, baby!”

Astrea smirked in a mischievous manner, “Beg me for it, and I might consider it.”

“Ooo, you fight dirty, I like it,” Salacious growled and grinned. “Later, though.” She turned to me, “So, little Miss Bigshot, what’s the plan? You said something about exploring the cosmos or whatever?”

I nodded, “That’s the plan. All my life I’ve wanted to be an adventurer, but the world I come from wasn’t really the best for that sort of thing. I recently gained the ability to open gateways between worlds and I want to take full advantage of that to make my dream come true.”

“Neat. I take it you picked me up because you needed some muscle?”

I nodded.

“That sounds pretty fuckin’ cozy,” Salacious lounged back on the sofa and gave me a thumbs-up. “Just give me good booze, good fucks, and good fights and we’ll get along just great. Just a fair warning, though, I’m likely to just go looking for any one of those things if I don’t get them on a regular basis. Boredom is my worst enemy.”

“Fine by me,” I shrugged. “But I’m the only guy you’re allowed to fuck, got it?”

“You’re a guy?” she asked, then chuckled and licked her lips, “Kidding. Just gimme a time and place, baby.”

“How charming,” Astrea commented, giggling.

“That goes for you too,” I nodded at the mage. “I don’t care if you two fool around with women, in fact I might want you to, but the only dick you get is mine.”

“I was not planning on being an adulterer, but I will keep that in mind,” Astrea replied.

“Adulta-wha…?” Salacious furrowed her brow for a third time at Astrea. Then she looked at me, “Can you order her to speak using normal words?”

“I understood her perfectly,” I smiled and shrugged.

She just rolled her eyes and said, “So what’s our first move, then?”

“Equipment might be a good starting point,” Astrea said. “What sort of weapon do you think you want, Mistress?”

“I think I can do a fair amount of damage just with my bare hands,” I said, knowing that all I would need to do was touch most enemies and push magical energy through the point of contact to do the most damage. “Maybe just some bracers and greaves for defensive purposes? I want to be able to move pretty easily no matter what.”

“That can be managed,” Astrea nodded, then turned to Salacious. “How about you?”

“I can pick up and use just about anything,” the demon bragged. “But my favorite is the old reliable halberd. Long, versatile, and it can pack a wallop. Give me one of those suckers and I’ll love you forever.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Astrea winked.

“You have one of those lying around somewhere?” I asked.

“Not at all, but I do have the materials to make one myself. I’m a Transmuter, remember? I can easily shape raw metal into any form I want. No forge required.”

Damn, she was a 3D-printer but for any material we could ever want. I could tell she was quickly going to become the backbone of this team.

“How about armor?” Astrea asked Salacious.

“Nah, I’m a demon. One of my ancestors was a beldomina, so my skin is tough and I’m protected by a demonic barrier that’s as powerful as I am horny.”

“Oh, so you’re indestructible then,” I joked.

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Plus, didn’t one of you guys say I’m immortal now?”

“You can still be killed,” I corrected, “but you’ll be resurrected after a day.”

“That’s fucking hot,” Salacious said. “So yeah, what’s the point in maintaining armor if I’m not even gonna use it? Just gimme the halberd and I’ll cleave some skulls. I’ll do it naked if you really want me to.”

“Tempting,” I stroked my chin. “Maybe I’ll reserve that for when you’re naughty.”

Salacious wiggled her brows.

“For now, let’s just put her in something skimpy,” I ordered. “Something that under normal circumstances would be completely impractical.” Salacious had a blank stare through most of the description, seeming only to latch on to the word “skimpy”; she seemed excited at least.

“Will do,” Astrea said. “I’ll go and retrieve the necessary materials. Be right back.” She then went outside, leaving me alone in the cabin with my new purple friend.

Once she was gone, Salacious leaned in and asked, “Okay, what’s the scoop with her? Where are her weak points?”

“Her nipples. She lactates when she orgasms,” I replied, unflinching.

“Whoa.”

“And the milk is delicious,” I added.

“Whoa.” she seemed impressed.

“By the way, what’s a ‘beldomina’?” I asked.

“Oh, never heard of ‘em?” Salacious sat back again. “Ever heard of a succubus?”

I nodded.

“Well, in wartime, succubi improve morale among the grunts. They’re perfect for the role, they can take any shape, boost sensitivity, create sexy illusions, and so on. But once the actual battle rolls around, those powers make them a little less helpful. So, one demon lord—some thousands of years ago—had a genius idea. He decided to modify the succubus into a version that could actually stand toe-to-toe with some of the heavy-hitters. Boom, beldominae. They have most of the same perks as succcubi, they can still be good ‘morale sluts’ before a battle, and then during the battle they have magic that’s good for the battlefield. That demon lord who invented them ended up being the King of Abyssia for a good long while.”

“And you’re descended from one?”

“Yep! I’m not a full-breed, but I like to think I make up for it with my skills and rampant slutiness.”

“Your mouth-work is certainly up to snuff.”

“Aww, you flatter me, Miss,” she grinned.

Before long, Astrea had returned with a block of some kind of metal hovering in front of her, as well as a sack slung over her shoulder. The cube was about 6 inches to each side. “This should be enough,” she said. Then she gestured to Salacious, “Come with me to the workshop and we’ll get something perfect for you.”

“Yes ma’am,” the purple demon hopped up onto her feet and followed the transmuter. Before she went all the way into the workshop, she turned to me and pointed to her own nipples and gave me a look as if to confirm that they really were Astrea’s weak points.

I gave her the thumbs up and smiled.

She returned the gesture, and the door closed behind them.

Moaning could be heard from within the workshop for the next four hours. When Salacious emerged again, she was holding a shiny new halberd in her hands and was absolutely drenched in what had to be breast-milk.

Not long after, Astrea emerged as well, oddly looking absolutely pristine and spotless yet utterly satisfied.

Salacious heaved a delighted sigh and said, “Another day, another conquest.”