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Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)


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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled, Knotted :3

Bacchus perked up notably when Elysia climbed out of the tub, the beast still standing head and shoulders over her but watching her every move. His only reaction upon being commanded to hold his place was to give a flick of one ear, and there he remained while Elysia did her quick tour of the house, ensuring that no one was there and locking the front door tightly. Whether or not she wished to do anything about the back door in the kitchen, or if she even remembered it, Elysia would have plenty of time to think on what she intended to do while looking around and sealing herself in with the beast, and when she returned upstairs Bacchus was to be seen right where she'd left him.

The hellhound offered only a wag of his bladed tail and a soft conspiratorial bark at her command not to tell anyone, and titled his head while watching her lay down her towels and get down onto her knees. To say that the sight of Elysia on all fours was alluring to the demonic beast was likely something of an understatement, but he held back from pouncing on her initially even though she saw his already immense length stiffen considerably as he watched her with lust visible in his unnaturally intelligent eyes. Lowering herself further allowed her to watch him half rise up onto his hind legs, the beast's excitement so great that his tip began to dribble pre, the bent over human an unbelievably tempting piece of prey for the demonic hound, but still he held back and merely watched as she began to play with herself once again.

Even when she beckoned him forward the hellhound paused briefly, head tilted to the side in what could easily have been startled confusion, but the sight of Elysia's plump bottom raised high with her petals parted and drooling with need was a sight that few with the appropriate parts to take advantage of it could possibly resist for very long. Bacchus stalked forward, his claws like daggers as they clacked against the tile floor, and soon enough Elysia would be engulfed underneath the beast's bulky frame. As its forelimbs settled on either side of her head, she would be able to see those fearsome claws up close, easily two inches long despite having sheaths like a cat's, as well as the longer one concealed a few inches above his bear-like paws. Its maw lowered toward her to lick her gently on the cheek, but whatever comfort that its efforts might have inspired were likely lost on the seamstress courtesy of its rotted breath and the sight of its fangs.

Despite the living weapon that the hellhound turned out to be, a powerful distraction would help to distract her from any fear at the sight of its myriad of weapons when she would feel the tip of its inhuman manhood prodding against her petals. The human woman's body wasn't precisely made for this sort of union, but Bacchus seemed to know what to do as he gently squatted down to line himself up. The beast wasted no time on foreplay, and after a few rubs to ensure that she was wet enough and that he was properly aligned Elysia would feel Bacchus shift his hips forward to slowly slide that massive tool into her quivering pussy. Her arousal ensured that she had enough lubrication to make the penetration relatively painless, but if Elysia had expected it to be an easy thing to take the massive beast's cock she would be in for a surprise.

While she might be no virgin, many of Elysia's partners had been of a more normal size. Her mentor as well as Typhon and the men that had joined the crude hunter in raping her had generally been of a fairly average size where their manhoods were concerned, while Aris shaped her length to fit into Elysia's sex perfectly. The only one among her recent partners who was comparable in size to the hellhound was Alaric, and just as with him the seamstress would feel every single centimeter of Bacchus' length as he slid into her. Every bend, every throbbing vein, and every gentle bump - of which there were surprisingly many - could be felt against her folds as that massive tool intruded into her soft depths, the pleasurable heat of her insides overshadowed by that of the fiery warmth of the hellish hound's humongous cock as well.

It would send excited shivers up her spine at the very least, and the illicit nature of her actions in coupling with the bestial demon was as deeply taboo as one could possibly go. Pleasure emanated from her core as the hellhound stretched out her pussy, the feeling of being so thoroughly filled up sating her desires like masturbation never could. That would be the last point at which Elysia would easily be able to back out of her insane (at least as most might see it) decision to let the hellhound mount her and help her slake her lust, when Bacchus had slid his length in to the hilt to rest his tip against her cervix, several inches still outside of the warm tightness of her sex. Despite his inability to fit his full length into her, Elysia would feel the hellhound's balls bumping up against her outer lips and the sensitive jewel now left exposed due to the stretch of her insides, swinging about like a couple of ripe pears from their owner's motions.

Bacchus let out a low howl that caused the whole room to shake despite his efforts to keep the volume low, and Elysia would have only a moment more to speak if she so wished before her breath was to be reserved for other noises as the beast pulled back and issued his second thrust into her, followed by a third and many more after it. Despite the discomfort caused by his size, her arousal and the unusual nodules covering his shaft ensured that Elysia's body would be wracked by a wave of pleasure with every thrust. That discomfort was quick to fade as her body became adjusted to his size, and soon enough she would be able to concentrate on nothing besides the feeling of her stretched folds being rubbed as the great beast pumped his massive tool in and out of her sopping cunny. A part of her mind would notice the sudden appearance of a number of black tendrils around her, the softness of her partner's fur against her back replaced by a strange milky substance that was somehow not wet in the slightest at the same time, but even with her body taken in the soft embrace offered by those shadowy tendrils the slaking of her lusts was a powerful magnet for her attentions.

Even with how good it felt in a physical sense, however, there was a certain something lacking that had been a part of her fantasies about Aris, that portion that had allowed the demoness to ensnare her will so completely and leave her as little more than a puddle of willing flesh on the bed they had shared. Bacchus could provide more than enough physical stimulation for the seamstress to get off - something that she would no doubt do quite quickly given how close she had already been to reaching a climax - but he could not touch her very soul as Aris had, and even though the sensation had been something that she had experienced only once before Elysia would find that the physical pleasure felt somewhat lacking when not accompanied by the erotic feeling of having the succubus devouring her essence. The memory of such would have to do for now, however, as it was far too late to back out now as Bacchus drove himself into her quivering pussy with ever increasing enthusiasm. Her body would certainly be satisfied with the sensations created by the hellhound's rod plowing into her folds, and that would be enough to go on their way to sating those primal urges that she had been trying to satisfy in the bathtub before Bacchus had disturbed her, and after only a short while Elysia would feel the orgasm she'd been denied rising once again, this time not to be stopped. Bacchus didn't even slow down as her inner walls clamped around him, but the added tightness of her orgasm did earn her another howl of pleasure from the beast.

No additional mercy would be shown to the human's flower when she was suffering through her afterglow either as Bacchus pounded deeper and deeper into her quivering sex, and after a few moments of thrusting following Elysia's first climax under Bacchus she would feel his body smack against the cheeks of her raised bottom for the first time. Every push was battering against her cervix and prompting a small squirt of hot precum to splash against her inner gate, but within a few moments Elysia would know that the hellhound was starting to approach his own peak as the knot at the base of his shaft began to swell. That wasn't to say that he would be quick to his release, however, as her folds would endure several more minutes of feeling those nodules rubbing against her sweet spots and the shaft rubbing against her g-spot before that knot was fully swollen inside of her. Left to squirm rather than thrust, the hellhound nonetheless continued gyrating against her for several minutes more as deep pants passed over the side of her face.

She'd had plenty of time to build up to another orgasm, or even reach another and build up again depending on how sensitive she was to the beast's wild motions, but regardless she would feel that inhuman cock giving throbs that told her body that it was almost time for the finale. And then, several moments later, what a finale it was. Aris had been able to produce nearly superhuman volumes with her orgasms, but when Bacchus finally raised his head to let out one last howl into the air Elysia was find out just how much semen certain demons could release. The first burst of boiling hot cream against her insides very nearly filled Elysia to the brim, and it was only the first of over a dozen as the hellhound came deep inside of her, pouring every drop of its potent puppy-batter against her cervix and, eventually, into her womb. Her body simply couldn't contain all of it, the volume of cum pumped out in that single release easily more than what Typhon and his men had poured into her with all of them taken into account, enough to fill her womb and her pussy had it been empty, and with Bacchus' knotted shaft plugging her up it was anything but that. Even the tightness of that knot could only do so much, however, Elysia's body not yet warped by her carnal dealings with demons to stretch to contain it all at once, and thus she would feel some slight bloating before the seal burst. Cum began pouring out from around the demonic canine's knot, the thick but watery liquid falling out in ropes and dribbles onto the towels beneath her, while the shadow tentacles coiled around her suddenly tightened to keep her locked firmly in place to take the whole of his load. She could feel the beast's massive balls pulsating as they delivered their life-making seed into her depths, shot after shot coming over the course of over a minute before Bacchus would finally relax above her, panting heavily and even drooling slightly, though thankfully not onto her directly.
 
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When she received a long slurp upon her cheek from the hellhound, Elysia grimaced as she caught a whiff of the creature's breath, turning her head forward in response. It was perhaps a small detail, but that momentary stench combined with the fearsome sight of its claws and bladed tail so close to her own delicate flesh almost gave the seamstress second thoughts. She was in no position to be changing her mind, however. Despite being as formidable as she was with her spirit powers, they would be of little comfort seeing as the now aroused beast was already upon her, able to end her in an instant.

But even with the passing discomfort serving to throw her off just slightly, she had already done more than enough to prime herself, as made evident by her sopping wet cunny. There was no use letting it ruin her experience entirely... after all, she had done this of her own free will. Despite his ever present lust for her supple human body, Bacchus had been all too polite for a demonic hound. She was the one who locked the doors and spread the towels on the floor. This was her doing. Elysia could barely believe the extent to which her own sheer lust pushed her. Had she fallen this far?

When she first got involved with Sorien in Laerwick, her mother warned her about such men and the path of debauchery it could lead her down. The man had taken her virginity, introduced her to just about every position she knew of, and taught her the more carnal pleasures in life. But never did she expect that she'd allow those basic urges to get the better of her to the point that she would find herself as the bitch of a hellhound. Now here she was, on all fours, practically offering herself to one of her Mistress' very own pets. It would have been a pathetic sight for the Elysia of several years ago...

However, such contemplations were just as soon pushed over by the wayside, with her own body's reminder that she was ready to be fucked. Not just ready--she needed it. It was an odd feeling, to want something so badly, and yet it wasn't such an alien sentiment to her the past few weeks. She glanced back one last time to spot its pink rod, fully erect and dribbling with precum, trying to imagine it nestled in her depths. "H... Hurry," she whimpered, hoping that the beast would help her forget about what a terrible person she had become as soon as possible by flooding her senses with nothing but mind-numbing ecstasy. Elysia had proven herself capable of doing so before. She could do it again.

The tailoress didn't have to use her imagination for long. Bacchus accepted her invitation, positioning himself over her. As he waddled from side to side somewhat awkwardly to ensure that he was aligned properly for penetration, Elysia felt a rush working its way through her body, a strange mix of the anticipation of the pleasure she would soon feel as well along with the hunch that what was doing was just wrong, according to the values instilled in her at an early age. This conflict of differing yet comparably powerful sources of influence deep within her made for a most potent aphrodisiac of sorts. There was no going back for her now.

Bacchus only managed a few rubs upon her pussy before Elysia could wait no longer. Her lust took over, and she reached back with one hand, using her fingers to help angle and guide the canine's massive girth inside. When the beast's throbbing shaft finally parted her silky folds, she tilted her chin up and cooed loudly. "Oooooohhh," she cried out, feeling the tip sink into her pussy. The initial sense of elation would be just that, however, and as he slid himself in further, Elysia acquired a real sense for just how big her partner was. "Auh! Mmmff... nnng," she groaned softly, biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut. She reached forward to clutch at the towels laid on the floor, quivering as she tried to deal with the inherent discomfort involved with taking something that large into oneself.

On the other end of the coupling, the hellhound would find his newest partner to be delightfully tight, wrapping his cock in her velvety warmth and providing for him a suitable vessel on which he could vent his sexual frustrations. Outside of her intermittent trembling, Elysia limited herself to small adjustments for the time being as she tried to manage her breathing to better grow accustomed to the creature's impressive size. She gasped as she felt his tip nudge the entrance of her womb, and his balls tapping against the exterior of her womanhood would have been a much more enjoyable sensation had she not been preoccupied with the immense girth testing her inner walls.

But when Bacchus started moving, it actually helped more than anything. The repeated hammering of her more sensitive spots within caused any existing discomfort to quickly fade, and soon enough jolts of pleasure rhythmically struck the woman deep in her core, working their way out through her spine and to the rest of her body, nearly causing her limbs to give out from under her despite already supporting herself with all four of them. She began to cry out in time with the hellhound's fervent thrusts, her entire body shaking from Bacchus' forceful movements. Her breasts swung back and forth beneath her as she fought to keep her head up, letting the sexual bliss consume her entirely. The pleasure was simply overwhelming, but Elysia didn't mind it in the slightest. She wanted to forget about everything else, for the time being... and Bacchus was doing a surprisingly good job at helping in that regard.

She was startled only slightly from the hellhound's howl, bothering only to start a warning to stay quiet before forgetting what she was saying altogether. "Shhh---aahhuhhnn! Ah! Nnn! Ah! Hnn... nnnnff, ohh, hmmpffhh..." Elysia tried to muffle her own sounds by bunching up a portion of the towel in front of her and biting into it. As instinct took over, she began to buck her hips up to meet Bacchus' thrusts halfway. With her eyes half-lidded over, she tilted her head back up to take one of the black, shadowy tentacles into her mouth, as if it were her partner's very own member. Closing the ring of her lips tightly around it, sublimating her primal lusts through the act. If he were to fondle her breasts with the use of such tendrils, she wouldn't complain, but instead respond with several muffled moans. Bacchus might find that the human woman's nipples were hardened from arousal, showing that she certainly appreciated his efforts--if all the other signs hadn't done so already.

It wasn't very long at all before she felt the beginning of what would most certainly be a world-shaking orgasm starting deep within. After all, she had brought herself fairly close with the bout of self-foreplay. It wouldn't have been a surprise if she had cum simply from the animal's first few strokes, though his somewhat excessive size distracted her from finding that mental slice of paradise too quickly. Still, the orgasm came much sooner with him than with many of her previous partners. He hadn't been able to touch her in the way that her Mistress had, but he had still done more than enough to earn a reaction out of the seamstress' body.

Bacchus' overpowering and bestial nature, his consistent thrusts and the peculiar features of his member brought Elysia to her peak within mere minutes. The pale-skinned beauty inadvertently released the tendril in her mouth to cry out as she came hard, gripping the towels on the floor tightly as the smooth inner walls of her pussy clamped down on the hellhound's rod, once, then twice, then a third and fourth time. Each contraction worked to help urge her partner to release his potent load inside, and yet Bacchus managed to hold on.

Not that Elysia was even paying attention, having been pushed far too deep into a state of sheer physical ecstasy. Her body basically reacted on its own as she cried out once again, resigning herself to whimpers afterwards. "Oh gods, y-yessfff... I'm there, ahh, ooooohhh... mmmm! M-More," she pleaded with him, writhing about in her climax, swiveling her hips back and forth and reveling in the sensation of his soft shaft rubbing against her inner walls. Never before would she have thought to admitting such pleasure from a clearly forbidden act, let alone engaging in it, but she simply couldn't deny what her body was feeling. The multitude of sensations would have claimed her consciousness if not for her oddly strong spirit.

When the knot swelled up to its full size, Elysia's eyes rolled upwards as her cunny, still hyper-sensitive from the recent orgasm, felt every detail of the distinctive bulge taking shape inside of her. And yet Bacchus seemed content to keep moving himself about, pushing every single one of her pleasure buttons, the bondage of his tentacles working to keep her firmly in place so that he might seed her completely and thoroughly. It was oddly arousing for reasons that she dared not explore at the moment. All she could do was give into it, panting and whimpering as the creature began to throb forcefully. This likely meant only one thing, but by this point she was ready.

"Hahh... hahh... that's it, good boy... c-cum inside me," she asked of him, having lost any trace of what Blinlock's citizens might consider rational thought. All she wanted at this point was to know that she had served as a proper vessel for her Mistress' pet, and so she voluntarily squeezed her cunny around him, gyrating her own hips in return, wanting to feel nothing more than its hot load being emptied into her.

Her request was granted in short order as the beast flooded her womb with its reproductive fluids, and it didn't stop there. There was just... so much of it. If she had more available eggs to fertilize, Bacchus would have easily claimed them all by virtue of the sheer numbers of sperm he shot into the seamstress' depths. Elysia took spurt after spurt of his warm gift, and though the sensation was enjoyable for the beauty's lust-addled mind, she couldn't avoid it if she tried, thanks to how tightly she had been wrapped up in the hellhound's shadowy tendrils. She would be a good little bitch and let him seed her to completion, and so she did.

The warm feeling inside of her triggered yet another climax, a more silent one marked only by her body's tight, inadvertent spasms. Still, it was a second one that Bacchus was able to claim. By the time they were finished, a small puddle of his semen had pooled up on the floor beneath the point of their union, with the towels having done their best to soak up most of it. Her own juices had left the general area of their joining fairly soaked as well... but whether or not it provided ample enough lubrication to get Bacchus un-stuck from her was another matter. She hadn't the strength to move out of such a position; it would be up to him.
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

When Elysia took the tip of that writhing tendril of shadow, during the midst of her passionate exchange with the beast that had been left to care for her, she found that it had no taste whatsoever. Its texture was perfectly smooth and completely solid, and once she slipped it into her mouth to aid in silencing her moans Bacchus simply reoriented it to make her eager motions all the more easy. Whether or not the hellhound got any pleasure out of her oral simulations was difficult to tell, but he did slip more of the agile appendages down over her swinging chest, treating her to the delight of having her sensitive tips rubbed over and over by them throughout the duration of their coupling.

Later, after the seamstress had been quite thoroughly filled by the hellhound's potent load and come down from the delightful high produced by her second climax at his hands, Elysia would feel her limp form held in the gentle grasp of the tendrils still wrapped around her. The one that had been in her mouth pulled out after Bacchus had finished cumming, allowing her to breath comfortably while basking in her afterglow, but after a few minutes they would tighten their hold once more. At first it seemed as if he might be going for another round, as his still incredibly thick length began to squirm against her insides in time with the great beast's motions when he began to shift his bulky but agile form once more, but after a moment Bacchus' true goal would become clear. The pressure of the creature's knot against her inner walls began to heighten as the demonic beast's cock wiggled around inside of her, but after a few moments the majority of that pressure ended as the hellhound's humongous knot slipped free of Elysia's pussy completely.

The human's sex was left gaping wide and drooling a mixture of the beast's semen and her love honey onto the soaked towels beneath as Bacchus' length slipped free of her abused hole. As he slid free completely, Elysia felt her most recent partner's length slide along the rounded cheek of her still raised ass, smearing a line of fresh, warm cum across it almost all the way around almost to her hip. He slowly slid back, leaving Elysia without his comforting warmth save for the gift that his hefty balls had pumped into her velvety folds, and after that Bacchus would sit back and await further orders from her. The seamstress would easily see the layer of mixed fluids coating his cock should she glance back, a mess no doubt much worse on her judging by what she could feel drooling from between her legs, but whether she had the strength to do anything about that or not would be determined by whether or not he had left her fully exhausted. Of course, should Elysia find the fire in her belly unquenched, the hellhound would happily give her a second round no less vigorous than the first...
 
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While she fully expected to end up slumping down to the ground, as she could barely keep herself up as it was, Elysia found herself strangely suspended, halfway up from her original position. A glance back or downwards would show her that it was due to the shadowy tendrils wrapped about her frame. It was certainly a unique sensation. She swooned as Bacchus seemed to adjust himself, her nerves picking up once again, as it seemed for a moment that he would have another round with her. It unnerved the seamstress to a degree, for she knew that if the hellhound so chose to go at it again, there would be nothing she could do to stop him. He wiggled about, causing his knot to rub upon the pale beauty's most sensitive of spots.

At Elysia's sensitivity level post-orgasm, even the slightest motion sent her body into fits. It was a little -too- intense, if she were to be honest with herself... and despite having already cum twice, she might end up going again if Bacchus continued moving around the way he did. "W-Wait, please," she begged, as the one still joined with her went on squirming. "Auuhhuuu--! Uhhnn! Oohh... mmmhahh~! NNNNN!" She shuddered, feeling a small spasm echo throughout her body. It wasn't quite as intense as the orgasm before that, but it was defined enough for her to know that it was one. "Mmmmph... haauhh!"

With that, Bacchus freed himself from the bent over human, and Elysia allowed herself to fall forward onto her arms and upper chest, her ass still in the air. Goopy strings of the hellhound's seed began to leak forth from her slightly gaping pussy, following a bit of the thinner fluids released beforehand, but she was simply too exhausted to bother fretting over it much, despite how odd it felt. She lay there for a few minutes, panting softly and allowing the liquid to drip down and pitter-patter onto the existing pool of cum on the floor between her legs. Elysia had to, as her world was still spinning, and only a bit of time would allow it to eventually slow down to a stop.

When it finally did, she used what strength she did regain to climb back into the bathtub. Most likely, she wouldn't be able to clean herself as thoroughly as she did just before this, but it was better than nothing, and she could just soak for a while to help ease the stress on her sore muscles. She squeezed her thighs together, grimacing as even more of his leftover gift dribbled forth from her cunny into the water. Much of his warmth could still be felt locked inside of her womb, and while it was certainly a satisfying feeling at the time, now that a relative degree of clarity had slowly returned to her mind, she wasn't so sure. "Nnnnhhh... what did I just do?" she asked herself softly. There was a very high chance that her Mistress would have a special request of her, and Elysia was not one to turn that down, so she had to at least put some of her efforts towards that purpose.

After she was finished, she'd clean herself up, doing her best to avoid any further temptations from her attendant, and then head towards the inn where Aris stayed.
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

Bacchus did pause at her request, seemingly confused, but it was only for a moment and he took up the task of pulling his think knot out of her sex once again. The hellhound gave a low canine grunt as her folds began to shiver and spasm anew, his motions having driven her to another orgasm far too quickly and from sensations more intense than she was prepared for, but that didn’t stop him and soon enough he had finally pulled free of her to allow a stream of his seed to pool on the floor. That would need cleaning up at some point, but it was something that could afford to wait a while as Elysia recovered from the spins brought on the by hellhound’s relief of her intense arousal.

When she did begin to stir again, and began crawling towards the tub, Elysia would feel Bacchus’ tendrils slide around her limbs suddenly once again. The great demonic beast loomed above her once more, as if about to mount her again, but instead of moving to stand over her as he had before Bacchus gently lifted the exhausted seamstress into the air. She would be carried on soft tendrils that distributed her weight fairly evenly, and then delicately lowered into the water before being released. After that, Bacchus would move to lie down beside the door once again, resting his head on his great, bear-like paws and seemingly opting to doze while she soaked in the still warm water and allowed her pussy to steadily drain.

It had been early afternoon when Aris had initially appeared and seduced her, and the resulting recovery had taken place over the course of the day, and as such the seamstress had awakened fairly well rested in the middle of the evening, an unusual occurrence and possibly an uncomfortable one if she wanted to rise early the next day. Bacchus did not bother her further while she washed herself, and only rose when she climbed out of the tub once more and dried herself off. The bathroom floor had a puddle of drying cum on it, and the towels that she had used to lessen that problem would need a thorough cleaning if she wanted to avoid throwing them out entirely, but it wouldn’t hurt too terribly much to leave the task of cleaning up until some later time.

Getting dressed once again, Elysia left the room that still reeked of sex so strongly that she could smell it out in the hall with the hellhound following her and headed out to the meeting with her mistress. Whatever Aris had waiting for her, she had to cross much of Blinlock to get to the tavern where she had made her quarters, and on the way she could only be reminded of the devastation that had come to the town the previous night. Many houses were dark where before they had been filled with light, and the muted atmosphere of mourning that hovered over the town only became more intense when she finally left the empty streets and went into the tavern. She and Bacchus parted at the door, the beast nuzzling her with his massive head and giving a light (for him) woof before trotting off towards the stables.

Inside, the depression was so thick in the air that it was like an oppressive haze, the workmen and few remaining warriors left to the town who weren’t busy trying to defend it were all present but kept to small groups and low conversations. The tavern maids all looked pale even in the light of the lanterns and hearth fire used to light the common room, and the low buzz of noise was a sharp contrast to the rowdy atmosphere that such a place might normally possess. The two demons that she had seen down there earlier in the day were still present, though they sat apart at a table of their own and kept their own voices low as well, whether out of respect or secrecy Elysia could not tell. Some of the people of Blinlock turned their gazes upon the seamstress as she entered, a few looks suspicious or accusatory while others were simply neutral appraising glances, and yet more were looks of interest or even efforts at friendly or welcoming looks. Despite those few efforts, however, it would be impossible to not remember that Blinlock had a number of funerals coming up, many of which would be conducted without any bodies to bury or cremate thanks to the horrific magics that the floating alien monstrosity had called upon before Elysia had slain it.

Should she ask where Aris would be, the seamstress would eventually be pointed upstairs to the demon’s room, and if Elysia should knock or otherwise announce herself at the door a call in a familiar voice that would send strange shivers of delight running up her spine would call out; “Come in!” The door was unlocked, and Elysia would see her mistress lying on the room’s solitary bed, clad in a thin blue nightshirt made of a sheer fabric and a pair of simple undergarments that were almost like shorts save for how tightly they clung to the pale woman’s skin. Her mistress’s expression instantly upon recognizing Elysia entering her bedroom, and she would set aside the book she’d been reading and rise to her feet to meet the seamstress. “Elysia!” The seamstress was quickly swept up into a hug, and then a passionate kiss was planted on the beautiful human’s lips that she held for several long seconds, her tongue coming forth to dance with and quickly dominate that of the enthralled seamstress.

When that kiss broke after a moment, Aris would pull back only just slightly to beam happily at Elysia and say; “Elysia! It’s good to see you again; even so soon~ I don’t think I’ll ever be unable to smile when I look upon you! How are you feeling? Bacchus wasn’t too mischievous with you I trust? Have you eaten anything substantial yet, or was that camp faire too unpalatable for you?” Her tone was equal parts excited and delighted to match up with her expression, a fairly dramatic shift from the atmosphere downstairs, but the demoness paused in order to allow the seamstress a chance to reply before asking any further questions.

(Elysia gains another 109 corruption.)
 
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The apparently ever-looming threat of being mounted yet again was like a weight upon Elysia's shoulders--one that was lifted off in an instant as Bacchus assisted her re-entry into the bathtub. She flashed a weak smile at the canine before allowing herself to fall limp in the water, letting her body recover for no less than twenty minutes. After she felt at least some of the strength return to her limbs, she would then take a more active approach towards getting herself clean enough to be properly presentable for her Mistress.

Elysia slid a finger into herself, biting her lower lip and shivering, to scoop out a particularly large glob of Bacchus' seed, which floated off into the water. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. And still there was more! She huffed before continuing, finding herself repeating the process no less than five times as her womb continued to leak much of the excess. Luckily, there wasn't too much for her to worry about in the way of pregnancy scares, as she was already carrying the demon's child at that point. The very thought caused an odd swirl of emotions to stir within her core. Part of her was overjoyed; the other, terrified.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed away the unease for the time being and went right back to work in getting more immediate concerns out of the way. After drying herself off, she soaked the towels just slightly before using them to clean up the pools of cum upon the floor. The very sight made her put forth an astonished look. She had taken that much from Bacchus? It was... embarrassing, and even a little jarring to think that she had fallen so far. Yet, there was no going back.

Elysia did bother to spend a little bit of time hand-washing the towels before finally letting the water drain from the tub. Once the household chores were done, she got herself dressed before unlocking the doors, then found the nearest mirror (if one was available) to fix her appearance. Brushing her hair, straightening her outfit, and applying the right touch of makeup. Hopefully she didn't look too bad. She couldn't imagine being so concerned over her appearance for a demon, let alone a female one, but there she was.

With that taken care of, she made her way out towards the front door, beckoning Bacchus along and scritching between his ears. She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the heavy scent of sex that had spread throughout the house, and thus made it a point to crack a few of the windows. The seamstress would even stop to swing the door half open and closed several times to promote the circulation of air in and out of the building, hopefully ensuring that the smell would not remain for too long. Then, she went outside.

The wreckage that she walked past served as a grim reminder of what had happened just the other day. It was as if the town was haunted, a mere shell of what it used to be, over the course of just a few hours. A very odd feeling indeed. The invaders could reduce once thriving communities into little more than this... and to think that this was a place they 'successfully' defended. What of the cities and civilizations that lost their battles against potentially larger armies of aliens? She couldn't even begin to imagine what the aftermath of those conflicts must have looked like. No less than rubble, most likely...

Her stupor ended as quickly as it began, though, as she almost literally bumped into the door of the tavern. Turning to Bacchus, she gave a half-hearted smile before stroking his head and waving him farewell. Of course he had reason to be cheerful. The lucky bastard. But, how to explain this to her Mistress was another concern. The looks that were turned upon her caused the seamstress to withdraw into herself even further, feeling a tinge of paranoia. She was already judging herself for what she had done. Had they heard? Did they know? No, none of that made any sense, with them being across town. Yet she couldn't help but suspect as much. Elysia found the strength to show a polite smile, then kept her head down as she made a straight line towards the upstairs portion of the inn.

Then, she rapped her knuckles upon the wooden door lightly. Aris' voice caused a pleasant sensation to sweep over her senses, like a drug that helped her forget about everything that troubled her today, yesterday, and likely even in the future. The heavy, dark haze from downstairs shifted into a breezy one thanks to the demon's intoxicating presence, and the smile Elysia displayed proved much more genuine as she set eyes upon the redhead's lovely features. The seamstress was never particularly attracted to other girls in her youth, but Aris' appearance made her question why she ever wasn't. Then, she was pulled into a warm hug, along with a passionate kiss that sent her heart racing. She returned the gesture, fluttering her eyes half-closed as her tongue responded to that of the knight's by dancing along with it in greeting. So distracting was the kiss that she took a few moments to collect herself after their lips did finally part.

Her voice cracked as she responded. "M-Mistress... me too. I..." she started, having originally intended to tell a lie. Somehow, she found herself straining to come out with it, and instead spilled forth a confession. "I'm doing well, now that I see you. Bacchus, ah... I..." She couldn't think about food. Only about the forbidden act she had just engaged in. "I saw that I aroused him, so I..." Elysia's expression tightened. "Please forgive me, Mistress. I let him have his way, and I... enjoyed it. At least, at the time. I don't know what had gotten into me, but now I realize that I would want nothing more than for you to find it in your heart to forgive such a whore." Her eyes teared up. She had run away from her only home--return was simply not an option, as a small chunk of its population had wronged her to an absurd degree. The town of Blinlock clearly had mixed feelings about her, perhaps thanks to the same powers that she used to save them. And as if to blow her chances at acquiring yet another home, a place at Aris' side, she had engaged in some clearly taboo activity for reasons she couldn't explain. Was she doomed to look again?
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

Aris quirked a crimson eyebrow at her as Elysia slowly stumbled towards admission, and a comforting hand began to caress the seamstress's hip when the seamstress's expression tightened just before she was finally out with it. Far from being upset by the news that Elysia had given herself over to satiating the hellhound that her mistress had tasked with guarding her, however, Aris' lips quirked up into a wry smile, and as she saw the tears appearing in Elysia's eyes she quickly pulled the seamstress into a hug, "oh, no Elysia dear! It's quite alright! You have offered me no offense by giving in to Bacchus' desires! I had no idea that you swung in that direction, but it only opens more options with you, and I do not ask fidelity of you when it is not something that I can offer in return!"

She paused to look deep into the seamstress's eyes, allowing Elysia to fall under the hypnotic spell offered by those crimson orbs if she allowed it, but whether she did or not Aris would continue a moment later; "While coupling with a creature like Bacchus might be considered something of a taboo among humans, there is nothing wrong about what you did where I come from! Bacchus and his kin, like my mount and myself, are from among the races of the higher demons, and is no less intelligent than you or I despite his inability to speak in a tongue that we can replicate. I am certainly not upset with you in any way, but if you truly feel so bad about it I can certainly come up with a way to punish you~ So, no more tears!"
 
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Her Mistress' reaction to her confession was surprising, to say the least, but it was an odd reminder of sorts to how little she actually knew about this person she was so enamored with, for some reason. Was such a thing... normal? Elysia couldn't remember it being so, at least from what she had learned, and yet the feelings she had for the crimson-haired beauty still lingered. If anything, they were as strong as ever, now that she was here before her. Feeling Aris' embrace, the shorter woman sunk into it and smiled softly, nodding against her domme's ample bosom.

"I... I see," she replied meekly, taking comfort in the knight's calmly delivered words. How gracious and understanding she was. The demoness made it so easy for her to open up her heart and let whatever she might have hid otherwise be known. Wiping the tears away, she began to explain. "I had never done so before, either, up until now, but as you can imagine it would make me an outcast in no time at all, if other humans knew of such. Perhaps it means that I am better suited for your society, after all. Though it's still hard for me to ignore the feeling that I did something wrong, especially as you were likely expecting me to come to you well-rested, Mistress. So, if there is any punishment you find suitable for me, I'd gladly endure it for you."

She blushed. It was odd to think about, but the welcoming manner in which Aris responded made her feel like she could do anything for the sake of this woman. Again, a potentially frightening thought to the Elysia of old. But here, now, in the moment... she was completely enamored and captivated by the one before her. Aris would be hard-pressed to find something that the seamstress would not do for her at that time, especially after her graceful display of forgiveness.
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

Aris began lightly stroking Elysia's hair as the seamstress nodded into her bosom, her comforting words having had the desired effect upon her thrall. She felt the light chuckle that bubbled up her mistress's throat a moment before she actually heard it, the soft vibrations plainly detectable before Aris' lips parted thanks to how close they were. Rather than respond initially with words, however, now that Elysia had calmed down, the succubus gently laid a curled finger beneath Elysia's chin and slowly tilted her head up until she was looking up towards the unnaturally beautiful knight.

For a few moments she was made to look deep into the depths of Aris' carmine orbs, the pure white into red into black that appeared at any greater distance shifting into ringlike patterns that Elysia could immediately feel herself being drawn into, the demon's natural hypnotic gaze catching her up in its spell almost instantly. Those orbs slowly shrank, her eyelids drooping until only the red of her irises and the black of her pupils seemed to remain, and then they were suddenly getting closer at a slow but steady rate that left her mistress's intentions perfectly clear, particularly when her head tilted and she felt a soft flutter of the other woman's breath over her lips.

However Elysia chose to respond to Aris' move to kiss her, she would soon feel the demon's soft lips against her own, the kiss kept gentle at first but then made to gradually deepen at what seemed in the moment to be the perfect pace. A few moments into their latest embrace had her demon lover's tongue flicking against her lower lip, and once Elysia parted to make way she drew the seamstress into a passionate dance of their two tongues that would last for the better part of a minute. Aris pulled away just as slowly as she'd begun, and when their mouths finally came apart a short time later she was smiling with an air of mischief and confidence.

"Tsk, so eager to be punished, despite that you have done nothing wrong!" Aris said teasingly, and then leaned forward to nip at one of Elysia's ears, speaking in a soft purr as she did so; "That's quite alright..... If you wish me to punish you, I already have some ideas~" Pulling back, she caressed the human's cheek affectionately, sliding the back of an index finger against the soft skin of her face, and then added; "But... As much fun as I know that will be, for now I think I'll let my imagination stew on it~"

She pulled back just a tiny bit more, keeping Elysia well within the reach of her arms but creating a little bit more personal space. "Ahhhh, such a wonderful partner you are turning out to be!" the knight said brightly, suddenly grinning like a rich child in a candy store, "while you might have found yourself ostracized in your own society for coupling with a "beast" like Bacchus, the satisfaction of your natural urges will never be balked at in Acheron, no matter how you choose to do it! If you enjoyed Bacchus earlier, I am sure that you will have plenty more opportunities to do so! Among many other things~

"It might be only natural for you to feel shame, given how you were raised, but I think that that is something which we can work out of you, no? You will have to get used to such things if you are to join me in the court in Acheron after all!" There, for the first time, Aris gave some greater credence to the thoughts of a future at the demon's side. "For now, however, I think it would be best to see to our mundane needs. I can tell you didn't eat much - and now you're eating for more than just yourself remember - so we'll have to get you something to eat. Would you care to brave the stares down in the common room, or would you prefer to eat up here? I don't know how busy it was down there, but I wouldn't want to stress the staff too much if they've got many other customers to worry about. How was it when you came in?"
 
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Elysia might have wondered what the look of mischief in her Mistress' grin meant, or what the chuckle she released was supposed to express... but she didn't. Any doubts that the seamstress previously carried within her heart were all washed away just as quickly by Aris' potent gaze, and the formerly steely look that she once carried in her own eyes softened as she allowed her chin to be directed upwards in order to take it all in. Was this her new fate? It was a question she wouldn't even bother to ask herself.

She didn't make it very hard for the knight to get the kiss she sought. As she was in no position to refuse the attempt, she made it easier instead, moving in so as to meet Aris halfway once she noticed her domme's intentions. The tip of her nose brushed against that of the other woman's briefly before she slowly turned her head to the side and allowed their tongues to mingle. The redhead was easily the best kisser Elysia had ever locked lips with, and as such the tailoress found herself far more stimulated by her lover's embrace than with anyone she had met before... even those that she might have had truer feelings for at some point. It made no difference now, as the only person to her that could hit those spots in a mere kiss was, without a doubt, Aris.

The simple act did more than enough to get her blood flowing again, despite her fairly recent encounter with Bacchus. More than that, it actually turned her on, making her far more receptive to the thought of sex than she would have been otherwise. Aris seemed to have a way of doing that for her. When their lips finally parted, Elysia could be seen wearing a clearly submissive and somewhat dumbfounded look, her sharper senses dulled by the newfound desire that the more dominant one had inspired in her. Yet even Aris' more teasing comments were taken quite seriously by her newest thrall. "I didn't mean to imply that I was, but--" Elysia started, only to moan softly when the taller woman nipped at her ear. "Uhhnn," she sighed, feeling a surge of tingles travel up and down her spine. And though she couldn't offer too much in the way of a response to Aris' talk about ideas, the banter did trigger quite a reaction from her physically. "I... I'll do my best," was all that she could reply with to the knight's teasing remarks.

But just when she thought that the demoness couldn't earn a stronger reaction from her, then began the talks about taking her to Acheron, and how well she would fit in. To the thoroughly enthralled Elysia, this was a dream come true. The shame that she had felt from her coupling with Bacchus had been made to be much less of a deal here, and actually turned into a positive point, something to be rather proud of. It was backwards, by conventional means, but somehow it all just fit. Perhaps she was best suited to be the servant of a beautiful mistress like Aris after all. Beaming softly, she expressed her gratitude in the form of a tight hug.

Elysia slid a hand down to her lower stomach as she was reminded of her hunger and her new situation. It scared her a little, and would have absolutely terrified her if she was of the right mind... or did not have her Mistress. But the knight's reassuring words and tone were all that she needed to know that she would be properly taken care of.

"Oh! Of course, Mistress--I won't neglect your future children. Although, I would prefer to eat up here," she answered rather quietly. Knowing that she potentially had a place in Acheron, despite the unknown factors involved, was encouraging to her, but still she had remembered the heavy atmosphere from the downstairs portion of the tavern. It was not an environment conducive to a positive mood in the tailoress, and so she opted to have the meals brought upstairs if she could help it. "It was... fairly busy. The air was rather heavy, and so I think that I would enjoy most of the time spent with just you."
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

"Mmmm, fair enough" Aris replied after a moment of deliberation following Elysia's response, "I'd rather you be comfortable, and if they're going to be grumpy down there I suppose eating up here would be best. I don't see how they could possibly complain about delivering our meals, given how much I'm paying them. Still, we will have to go downstairs to order first, so lets get that out of the way, hrm?"

Aris would separate slowly from Elysia, but not without gently clasping the seamstress's hand in her own, and would lead the way back down to the tavern's common room. It had only been a couple of days since she had come here to find Alaric working in the kitchen, but as it had been before when she'd first entered the common room was possessed of a dour and oppressive atmosphere. While it might have been expected for Aris, as a demon, to suffer the ungracious looks of the people of Blinlock just as Elysia had, the demon knight was actually more well received than the seamstress had been, receiving a few covertly disapproving glances but several more slightly friendly nods, and ever a few waves of grunted greetings.

The demoness would respond to such in kind before flagging down a waitress, and after a brief conversation it would be revealed that they did bring meals up to guests on request. After Aris had placed an order of fairly simple fare, beef stew and a half loaf of fresh bread, Elysia was left to order as she pleased. Once she had, Aris would give her two companions a wave and then guide the seamstress right back up to her private room, closing but not locking the door behind them to permit the access of the maid who would be bringing up their food in a few minutes. The demoness would quickly pull aside the two chairs present in the room and set the small table between them, and would then sit on one side and rest her elbows onto the table. Folding her hands, Aris would subsequently rest her head on them, indicating for Elysia to sit in the opposite chair if she hadn't, and once the seamstress was comfortable she would say; "So, Elysia dear... How are you feeling? The headache going away quickly I hope? I've heard that you'd had some trouble in town lately, and was wondering if there was anything that I could do to help make things in general easier for you."
 
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"Y... yes," she said in agreement, though there was a tinge of hesitation in her voice. To the seamstress, it felt that at every turn, there was a group of people that didn't accept her, just enough to remind her that she didn't really belong. Was this her own fault? It was easy to expect as much, to simply say that those who disliked her would be inevitable. But feeling it first-hand was a different matter entirely. She had always been loved in Laerwick, as the 'prettiest' girl in the village. And while she had earned some off-hand criticisms thanks to her interest in the traveler Sorien, it was still a place she belonged to, at the end of the day. That is, until her local preacher began to show an unhealthy interest in her. She didn't want to leave, but she certainly could not stay to be the slave and wife of an old man she cared absolutely nothing for. Elysia had thought, for a moment, that her newest home could be here in Blinlock, thanks to the numerous folk that welcomed her. Now that something unknown, something strong, had drawn her ever closer to the demon knight Aris, she wanted nothing more than to be at her Mistress' side.

Elysia didn't know quite what to make of the way her Mistress had been received. Perhaps it was because of what was expected of demons--that, for the most part, they were anything but trustworthy and prone to indulging in all sorts of debauchery. In her youth, she had never heard the most flattering tales about them, but Aris was no doubt an example of someone who could (and did) change her mind about such a race. After all, she had been gracious, if not a bit violent at times. The memory of Alaric's grunts of pain quickly surged through her memories, and she couldn't help but grimace as they returned upstairs. Afterwards came the recollection of the blacksmith's grunts of pleasure and the calling out of her name, 'Elysia'... it was oddly confusing. How did she know this? Was she even supposed to? The enthralled Elysia, the one in the inn, only remembered bits and pieces of it all. Whenever she tried to recall more details about Alaric, past being just a simple acquaintance, her mind flooded over with thoughts of love and affection for the demon sitting across from her. The person who occupied her thoughts was clearly... A... Aris. For sure, it was.

She shook her head in reply to Aris' query. "It's going away, slowly. I'm sure it'll be better once I get some food in my stomach," responded the tailoress. "Trouble in town? No, well, it's not so much that... but perhaps it is. I just don't feel as if I belong here, is all. You've seen the way the villagers look at me. Was it something I've done? It's hard for me to tell, as even you and your men possess amazing powers of your own. But as long as I am by your side, I will manage." Elysia managed a faint smile. "Although... I do have to ask, what are your plans after our stay? Though I am with child, I will do my best not to burden you by any means."
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

"That's good" Aris replied softly once Elysia had reassured her that she was recovering nicely from her headache. "Mmmm, the humans here seemingly frown upon those with power. I can't imagine why, when they are so rare comparatively among humans, people would be so antagonistic against people with gifts like yours. Particularly when they helped to save lives. Don't worry, you'll not have to face anything of the sort in Acheron!"

Smiling reassuringly, Aris would reach out and place a hand over Elysia's as she replied to her question about what they would do now; "Don't worry about being a burden, my dear. I will be remaining a while until my Queen sends me orders, and then will follow them. I expect that I shall be recalled to Acheron next, and if so I will gladly bring you with me. We will go at whatever pace makes you comfortable."
 
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"Rarity isn't always a good thing, among our kind," Elysia lamented aloud in reply. "At worst, you are an asset, a possession to be coveted and hoarded." She remembered the way that the old minister... no, cult leader, of her hometown looked at her. It made her cringe just thinking about it. Surely, her beloved domme saw her as much more than just that.

Shaking off the troublesome thoughts, she looked up again towards Aris and clutched her hand in her own. "Wonderful! Though I must ask, who are your two friends downstairs? You are my Mistress, yet... I feel as though there is so much I've yet to learn about you. In fact, I think Bacchus is the only member of your troop that I know by name." The seamstress did find it somewhat odd that her feelings for Aris were so strong, yet she was still terribly unfamiliar with the other demons. Provided, she couldn't help but feel a minor amount of camaraderie with them, given that they were all subordinates of the crimson-haired beauty. At the same time, she was still curious as to the specifics. Did they all share in her feelings towards the demonic knight?
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

"Well... Much as I dislike to disagree over dinner, but... From the histories I've read of how your race treats the gifted and powerful, I think the worst is more accurately being hunted down and either butchered by an angry mob or thrown to some among your own kind who are as adept at breaking a soul as the taskmasters of Hell," Aris remarked as Elysia lamented the treatment that those who were gifted like her sometimes received. Indeed, when her unique abilities had been discovered, everyone in the village had started to look at her very differently, and even if it hadn't been the largest contributor to the gap between them it had certainly caused her mother to distance herself from Elysia. Even with that in mind, tales of witch hunts and burnings in Badaria were all to common, and all the more horrible were the rumors of what the Inquisition had done to the gifted that had fallen into their clutches.

The demoness was seemingly glad to turn to happier times, however, and at Elysia's question about her companions she gave a thoughtful hum under her breath. The proclamation that the only one that the seamstress knew among her company by name, besides Aris herself of course, was Bacchus drew a rich, jovial laugh from her mistress. "Yes, we have had something of a quick start, haven't we?" she said bemusedly, before giving a softly affectionate sigh and adding; "Well, I can give proper introductions later, but my mount's name is Goriel. Him I think I will wait until the morning to introduce properly... Bacchus companion, Dagnarus, you might meet tomorrow as well... But perhaps my other companions who were no doubt plotting their usual mischief downstairs, Kiseth and Andria, we might get to tonight... Assuming that we don't become entangled in bed before we can get downstairs, of course." Aris' grip on her fingers were tighten slightly at her final suggestive statement, and a moment later Elysia would feel her domme's slipper-covered foot lightly brushing against one of her calves, sliding up to about halfway to her knee before reversing and then repeating in a mostly affectionate manner. A certain twinkle had entered into her mistress's eye as well, the very same that she had worn when she had suggested giving Elysia the massage that had eventually led up to their first bout of lovemaking and the seamstress's enthrallment to her. The sweetly intoxicating scent of the demon's powerful pheromones, which had already been present when she had entered, suddenly became more intense in a minor but distinctly noticeable way.

"Well, we won't ever get to know more about one another without talking! So, my dear Elysia... Would you care to talk, or to ask?" Aris continued conversationally, her gentle caress against Elysia's calf continuing so long as she displayed no discomfort from it.
 
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"I... no, you're right, Mistress," pronounced Elysia softly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Perhaps I was just speaking from my own experience, rather than the history of my race as a whole. It frightens me to think that I would be one of the lucky ones..." After all, despite likely being little more than property under the Laerwick pastor's proposed care, she would have still had a comfortable bed to sleep in, not to mention be well provided in terms of food and amenities. It was no doubt a better fate than that suffered by some of the witches she had read about.

Then, at the end of her silent musings, she remembered the old man's lewd expression, the lust in his eyes when he looked at her, and cringed, grimacing slightly. No matter what light or angle she cared to view her promised 'fate' as a god-vessel in, it wasn't one she wanted to embrace if she had a choice. Certainly not with the one who first foretold it, the lecherous pastor named Petrius. Though she had physically kept her virginity until the first man she saw as a true mentor, the handsome necromancer Sorien, she had long known what it was like to feel violated, due to Petrius' frequent fawning over her, in and out of the chapel.

Aris' codding of Elysia, however, was not something that the seamstress minded in the least. Perhaps it was the difference in physical beauty, or the fact that the knight, despite being a demon, carried more of a sense of honor than the leader of her former church. Maybe it was the redhead's intoxicating presence, gentle yet playful demeanor, and undeniable strength that drew her in. Or maybe it could simply be summed up to the constantly renewing strength of Elysia's potent enthrallment. Either way, she was currently not in a position to care, certainly not when the only person who could make her think twice about her situation was absent from her sight.

"Goriel... and Dagnarus," she repeated aloud, burning the names and associations into memory. One was Aris' mighty steed, the other, Bacchus' partner. The very thought of it made her heart pound, as she experienced once again the odd rush from having engaged in such a taboo coupling. Had she always been this horny? During her time in Laerwick, she had spent many nights in bed with Sorien, in various positions, but even during those passionate times, she did manage to keep a sense of reservation around her. Men like Typhon and Petrius would not have a chance so long as she was physically able to resist them, and Sorien himself still had some limits as to what he could make her do. But with Aris, she couldn't even IMAGINE refusing a single request... and even a desire of one of her pets. It was odd indeed. "Kiseth and Andria," the tailoress went on, ensuring she'd remember he names properly when introductions were made.

The mere mention of being entangled in bed with Aris once again made her face turn red. Physically, she was a bit weary, but she simply couldn't bring herself to decline such a proposal. Even if Aris was to involve her friends, Elysia would provide her services for as long as it took. 'No' simply wasn't an option... not right now, anyway. Shivering, she allowed herself to express a moment's pleasure before offering a weak smile towards her domme. "I don't mind becoming more acquainted with your cohorts tonight. Though if you care to, ah... have me all to yourself instead, I wouldn't say 'no'..."
 
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Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

"Mmmmm, you temptress you~" Aris replied with a playful purr, "I do so love the idea of keeping you to myself all night, but I am never one to keep anything to myself completely! I am sure that all of my companions would love to get to know you as I have." but as her eyes wandered over Elysia's face she seemed to notice the seamstress's tiredness. Giving a thoughtful hum, she continued in a more measured tone; "We needn't do anything tonight, if you don't wish it. We did have plenty of that when I showed you a proper Acheron massage only a few hours ago, after all~"

Should Elysia offer some reassurance or the like, Aris would wave it off and quickly interrupt her; "It really is quite alright! I care more for your comfort than my pleasure, my dear."

Just after that there was a knock at the door, and a quiet feminine voice announced; "House keeping! I have your dinner! Can you get the door!" Aris smiled and glanced back at Elysia, "Dinner's here! I'll get it, don't trouble yourself." Standing up, she quickly strode over to the door with a confident strut in her step, and opened the door to permit the entrance of a practically tiny mousy girl carrying a pair of platters laden with food. She looked with a blush at Aris, who was nearly two feet taller, and then at Elysia, and then quietly brought their platters to the table, placed them down before each of the seats, and finally stared at the ground and quietly said; "Is there anything else you would require miladies?" Aris, smiling warmly, would reply; "No, thank you. It looks lovely dear! Could you get the door on your way out?"

The maid would nod, bow, and turn on her heel with impressive grace to leave the room, leaving Elysia alone with her domme once again. "Well, no need to wait... Dig in?" Aris said as she sat down, smiling and digging in. Her manner of eating was a mix of her two stations, her quick but clean motions mixing the grace of courtly lady and the efficiency of a soldier, and she wouldn't speak much over dinner unless Elysia opted to.
 
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Elysia couldn’t help but to release a soft giggle in response to her Mistress’ quip. "Says the most alluring temptress I have met… but honestly, I'm fine," she assured, shaking her head. "I did take a nap earlier today, after all." In reality, it was the troubling dreams of her latest slumber that kept her from wanting to rest again so soon. To be awake and spending time with Aris in such a manner was a blissful enough escape for her, and so she didn’t pass up the chance to do so. "Your pleasure is mine, Mistress, so by all means, if there’s anything you need from me…" She found herself cut off by the entrance of the small waitress that appeared at the door.

When the food arrived, the seamstress would offer little more than a polite nod of thanks towards their server. Once the appetizing aroma reached her nostrils, she’d find her sense of hunger to be quickly restored, and began to eat somewhat more quickly than usual. She had never craved so much, and yet, some part of Elysia caused her to be oddly picky about things—setting aside the items with a particularly salty or overly savory taste, while simply devouring the vegetables and sweeter goods. It was difficult to explain as to why, but she could only imagine it was due to the ‘gift’ her Mistress granted her only earlier in the day. Was that normal? It dawned on her that not only did she know very little about this mysterious knight that she was inexplicably smitten with, but she knew almost nothing about the demonic race and how they developed.

Aris’ magical ‘anatomy’, her oddly alluring aura that was never found in any human that Elysia knew of, and her impressive prowess in combat… was this common? She had to ask. "Are all, ah, demons, built like you, Mistress? It embarrasses me to admit that despite our time spent together, I am woefully unfamiliar with your kind."
 
Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)

Elysia: HP = 49, PP = 47, EP = 122, Status = Fine, Pregnant with twins, Enthralled

Elysia's return of her quip only caused Aris to grin more broadly, but the suggestive note that overcame that expression after Elysia's reassurance was only able to offer hints at what Aris might have planned for the seamstress before their food arrived. The knight would seemingly note Elysia's choosy eating, but wouldn't comment on it while enjoying her own meal, and true to her soldierly nature she left her plate completely clean. The question that followed their meal, however, would cause the knightly woman to pause in her eating and offer Elysia a reassuring smile.

"Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear! I have found that such a lack of knowledge is pretty common, and most people opt to believe the superstitions rather than try to find out anything resembling the truth. Your level of open-mindedness is truly quite refreshing, so I am happy to indulge your lack of experience while helping you learn of us. As for whether all of my kind are like me... Well, that's hard to say really... Yes, to one degree, but also no on many counts. All of my kind are natural shapeshifters, so the, ahhhh, tool that you so vigorously enjoyed is a common enough sight even on women. Technically male demons can do the opposite too, but that's a little bit rarer even though most demons don't discriminate when choosing their partners. Most of us are quite attractive to one degree or another, but some choose to go against type or prefer intimidation over beauty, and some others have an... Unconventional idea of what constitutes beauty in the first place. Many of us like to keep a few bits that aren't classically pretty to humans, like my horns here for instance, but we come from a different culture than humans and not everything is likely to cross over easily.

"Not all demons have my level of prowess however, either in the bedroom or on the battlefield~ Some are stronger than I, but not many. Quite a few have gifts like yours, actually, though not many that I have met besides my queen and her most direct servants have anything comparable to your skill or power with them. Most of us have my more, ahhh, healthy.... Attitude towards sexuality than I have found in most humans, however, so don't be intimidated if you get some advancements from my kin in Acheron. You may do as you wish in that event, as we generally don't expect sexual fidelity, but if you do opt to enjoy the company of some of my fellows I would ask that you try not to end up with child by them without consulting me first. We can control whether or not we impregnate our partners, and usually if you ask they'll leave themselves impotent. Hellhounds and nightmares are exempt from that rule, however."
 
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Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)

Elysia managed a faint smile in response to her mistress' comment about her level of open-mindedness. "I come from a village where having an open mind or even proposing new ideas is grounds for punishment... so I guess you could say that I'm happy to have been given the chance to see and experience the outside world as it is," explained the tailoress, going quiet once more in order to listen carefully to the redhead's description of the demonic world. She easily remembered Aris' unique command over her member, and while it wasn't necessarily surprising to hear that this was a commonplace thing amongst demonic women, it still had a level of shock value to it nonetheless that showed upon the pale-skinned woman's features. It was difficult for her to grasp the concept of men and womens' sexual roles being practically interchangeable... and while her first instinct was to question the 'morality' of it all, she only needed to remember her own situation, somehow hopelessly infatuated with one of those very demons, as well as the trysts she had with Lavender under the influence of shorn pollen. Perhaps she truly belonged here, in the outside world...

"I see," responded the seamstress, to confirm that she was indeed listening. Her own crimson eyes moved upwards towards the horns upon Aris' head. They really weren't such an abominable feature, at least not in her view, though the stunning facial and bodily beauty possessed by the black knight was more than enough to offset the appearance of her demonic features--or even complement them in their own unique way. "Admittedly I know very few cultures other than that of my own hometown of Laerwick. I mean, this is literally the furthest I've been from home, and for someone as well-traveled as yourself, I'm sure it's but a few days' ride and nothing more," she explained, a little embarrassment lingering in her tone. "So I apologize if some things about your kind are admittedly odd to me. Like for example, how does courtship and childbearing work? Does it go between a man and woman as usual, or if it involves two women... o-or two men, who carries the child? It must seem like an odd question, but it is quite different from how I was raised myself. I've always been told that such practices are demonic, unnatural... evil, even. And while I know that to not be the case now, it is still new to me, so I cannot help but ask."

"And I certainly will not bear any child but yours, Mistress--you have my word," she finally said after allowing Aris to respond. The guilt she felt over the incident with Bacchus was eased a little by the knowledge that she wouldn't bear his young, if nothing else, thanks to the demoness' prior seeding.

"Speaking of which, I... these," she added, glancing down to her ample bosom, "have been a little sensitive as of late, and though I haven't given birth yet, it feels as though they are getting bigger and... well, full? I'm not sure. I've never actually been through this before... pregnancy, I mean, so it's strange to me that such a sensation would start so early in my term. The other women in my village who did have children didn't start feeding until a few months down, I think..."

Toying with the few leftover morsels of meat on her plate before setting her fork down, she gently lifted a hand and cupped one of her own breasts to help illustrate the location of the recent odd feelings she had been experiencing. "Like, it feels a bit full right here--ah...!" Two darkened spots upon the fabric of her dress top, starting from where her nipples were, became more prominent as she winced slightly and bit her lip. It was utterly confusing to Elysia, as she hadn't even given birth yet, but already her body was exhibiting changes during the first day of conception...

(took Lactation for her recent corruption mutation, so just fluffing her confusion about it)
 
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