Day Three: Power & Changes Revisited

Sleeping in her bed next to Kyrah, Clare was sweating, tossing and turning, having dreams of dominance, of power, of changes. The Previous days had finally caught up to Clare, and the darkness was firmly taking root within her, altering her mind, her soul, and even giving her body some new changes to go with her new power and reality.

the new changes started as her body streched, lengthening by at lest 2.5-3 inches.

Her hair lengthened, going from mid-back to ass length, the red color deepening, darkening, making her hair pitch black with streaks of red running through it. Her eyes became completely black, except for a deep red that could be seen whenever her powers were active.

Her skin became smoother than ever before, removing all scars and flaws from her skin over her entire body as well as growing more pale. The color on her lips darkened and became a pitch black color, taking on a sheen as if they were made of shiny latex. Clare's fingernails started growing and narrowing in, making them sharper, almost like claws. The color on the nails shifted from a natural pink to the deepest of blood red colors.

Clare's breasts became firmer, growing slightly more, altering slightly in shape to make them more appealing and perfect than humanly possible. Her areolas darkened, and her nipples grew in size as well. her waistline narrowed in, while her hips and upper body slightly expanded to give Clare that curvy and perfect hourglass figure that had eluded women for milennia.

In her sleep Clare was seeing images of women, men, humans, beasts and demons alike kneeling at her feet, pleasuring her in every way imaginable, their very lives existed only to serve her. She sat on a throne of pure obsidian, showing off her beauty as a reward for all who served her, but still... it wasn't enough. Her slaves were all fine and quite the good servants, but Clare wanted more, she wanted the strongest of beasts, the strongest of champions, the strongest of demons, of gods and goddesses, but to do that, she needed more power.

Clare's dreams shifted, this time she dreamt of languages, her mind being filled with the languages of beasts, demons and angels. Languages long since thought dead or fiction.

Again the dreams shifted, now filling Clare with knowledge and strategies of wars and battles, knowledge of fighting with all kinds of weaponry. Tactics of **** and seduction.

In a lucid moment within her dream, Clare realized what was happening, her Godde...no, her Mother, was gifting her with her wisdom so Clare could grow and become the best possible version of herself, so she would be able to achieve all her dreams, and to be able to stand side by side with her mother. Clare smiled darkly and seductively, thanking her mother for the wonderful gifts, and in response she could sense a feeling of pride washing over her.