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Clara had to slide her body past the bushar’s body. She felt its scales rub against her, felt the slime, or the creature, either its rotten fluids or the natural slime she did not know. Each inch she slid past it made her pant more, made her hot with arousal. Then she was past it.

She poked her head into the library door and saw a tall figure, though that wasn’t quite right. She had long legs but a normal-sized torso. She was draped with translucent golden fabric, her nudity not veiled at all. She was thin, sinuous, not bones like the Lord she knew. Her sinuous flesh revealed every bone, every ligament. Her body was covered in tattoos, sigils of some kind, and from her small breasts, long golden chains hung to her knees.

Quietly Clara stepped into the room, trying to keep as close to the wall as she could. She was only a few paces in when the Lord spoke. “I felt my creature die. I must say I am impressed.”

Clara froze as she turned to face her. “Naked but for what appears to be a couple of corpse worms and a bone. I take it you are working for one of the other Lords?” She took a step closer. “What did they offer you?” she asked.

Clara stepped out from the shelves trying to keep some distance between her and the woman. “I don’t think I should be talking to you about that,” Clara replied.

The woman laughed, “Oh, I’m sure I could offer you more,” she said, stepping closer.

As she stepped into the centre of the aisle, Clara saw a flash of movement as the bushar’s tongue darted forward to strike the woman. She shrieked as she was hauled backwards through the door of the library into the creatures cavernous mouth.

Clara heard the crunch of bone as the bushar crushed the woman in its mouth. Blood pooled at the lips of the creature, and Clara moaned at the sight of it. It only took a few moments for the creature to chew her up and swallow her.

“Very well done, Clara,” the bushar said, “I now have control of all of her minions, including those in the belly of this beast.”

Clara was panting in arousal as she said, “So, she’s dealt with, does that mean?” she left the thought unfinished.

The bushar smiled, “Take your pick, dear Clara, do you wish to please this creature with your body? Or be consumed by it and ravaged by the corpses within?”