Of Beasts and Monsters (Helvorn/Pervy)

[Pervy]

The powerful elfish mage-priestess had pushed through many debased tests to make her way here, certainly, she would not be halted -in her submission- now, would she? Her powerful, Sex-object of a body was throbbing, but she still was in control of the delicate balance of her senses and perversions.

Her mind, however, was perhaps another thing. Her dreams and lusts and desires, all stocked as her body already was. It seemed that for all the changes to her body that had already transpired, now, something else of her was desired, a throbbing in her head, a pulsing of her mind and a singular word managed to stay and stick within her thoughts.. Masterful. Yes, that was what the creature here was, in assembling its ingredients, all the things assembled here to assist its will...
As was she. There was a slight-slithering like feeling sensation as the creature's will snuggled itself into her own, affirming the words the had been primed to think about herself. Master.
The creature before her was not as muscular nor virile as the Minotaurs before, nor was it a powerful demon, no, where her other 'Tormentors had been creatures of the flesh, this one was one of the mind. Hers as well. Thick, rubbery tendrils writhed under a face of alien perversion, an abomination, although Ilsa would never find herself thinking of her Master in that way ever. The abominable, twistedly beautiful creature lifted a hand, gesturing welcomingly, alluringly to the elven priestess. His Slave.

She could feel the creatures desires writhe in her mind, feel her resisting, boring self float away from her like a distant cloud, watching from the outside a scene she wasn't invited to, or necessary for, as the creature purred, and instructions on undoing its long, dark, leathery robe were snuggled into her mind, encouraging her to relax, and let the will of the creature guide her.

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa closed her eyes, swayed and shuddered under the impact of the magic swirling through her most intimate depths. Her sex was on fire with the need to consummate her new purpose as a breeding vessel as well as the sheer lust for submission to powerful males. Ilsa could control the almost unbearable need as she remained focused on her mission, a mission that had coalesced into the dark and monstrous form before her. Yet her resistance and magical powers had split between the fertile heat of her womb and the matchless power and intellect of her mind. Ilsa had willingly changed both her mind and much more significantly her body in the course of reaching the penultimate evil towering so masterfully above her. She was not entirely innocent of the joy of sexual submission to the seeming endless number of virile males who had brought her such pleasure and satisfaction as a breeding vessel. Now she was before her final Master to allow him to breed her both physically and magically as he twisted mind and body to his will.



Despite the debauchery, somewhere deep inside the kernel that truly defined Ilsa struggled to resist. Ilsa knelt helplessly yet obediently before her master even as her body and mind shivered and jerked with denial. Her hands came up and rested as commanded on the dark robes of her master as his powerful will moved easily through her defenses and stripped away ego and refusal. Even so, Ilsa stopped from opening the robes and looked up in defiance at the commanding presence. Blazing blue eyes met dark orbs with a flash of white, pink and black magic. For a moment the fire blazed between the two. Ilsa threw her remaining strength into the fight. However despite her struggles Ilsa pulled aside and removed the robes from her master. Surely this was the right thing to pretend to resist and consummate the unholy plans of the monster to allow Ilsa to destroy it later. Slowly the magic withdrew into Ilsa as her eyes dropped demurely but eagerly to view the irresistible body of her Lord and Master.

 

[Pervy]

There was a gentle massaging of Ilsa's forehead, as the aberrant squid-creature took to massaging her forehead, fishing out some unneeded thoughts and emotions, and making more space to encourage the elf-Breeders obediant way of thinking. Perhaps it'd be easier to just drip all that bothersome sinking right out of her horny pussy.
The process was as slow and cautious to not ruin her as it was intense, heat playing over her body as the creature did something here, tweaked something there, and worked on perfecting her mind as its plaything to be.

There were no words spoken, just a bemused gurgling at what passed for resistance among the drug and sex and now mental-influence guided elf-slut, examining her resistance.. and nudging it away step by step. Ilsa's captor grinned down wickedly, taking his time with the process of eroding the elfs ego, a slightly wet feeling hand brushing through luscious hair.
She felt a strange click of affirmation in her head. Yes, pretending to resist and giving in to her masters mind was the right thing to do. Why'd she even struggle to come up with that decision for so long? .. when this felt so good.
The creature before her was.. monstrous, definitly. Well hung, for those that could stomach such twisted creatures, skin seemingly of a pale-purple, large and lean and slightly rubbery, a primal part of her would consider the thing far less manly than the muscular hunk of a minotaur but.. even that part had to admit that the raw presence in her mind was yet more powerful.
It placed a hand upon her shoulders, patient, but wicked eyes boring into her at her futile display of magical prowess.. just one more reason to make her into a useful toy for the creature, no doubt, as it stood back a little, the creatures stance inviting... demanding. She was a slave, and it was hers to worship the overly tall abominations body, however he saw fit.

 

[helvorn]

The process as the monster delved deeply into her mind and ego was strangely far more intimate and intruding than even the most vigorous intercourse with her Minotaur lover. The heat and power of the slow but inexorable modifications exceeded even the breeding furnace that was her womb. Ilsa shivered the touch of its hands in her still pristine hair. It felt disgusting but so very good to be subjected to her master’s attention.



Ilsa found herself deeply intrigued and attracted by her master’s breeding tool. Part of her was again repulsed but part of her felt the need to examine more closely in the interest of understanding her beloved and irresistible master such that the knowledge might be used to combat such creatures. But growing in strength like a tsunami building up from the floor of the deep ocean Ilsa felt the desire to worship her master in every way as he deserved. As the looming monster moved back Ilsa leaned forward and took the rubbery shaft in her hands. She stroked it lovingly and then began to run her tongue around the tip to savor the essence that would complete her transformation.

 

[Pervy]

The abominable creature, although, she was not quite permitted to think of it that way, seemed to delight in letting her feel the mental violation, much as the minotaur and goblins had more delighted in a physical one, a hand caressing along her cheek, letting, making her feel what it was doing to her, more intensely.. and making her like it, nonetheless. Almost as if it was pridefully tempting her, shifting ever so slightly in its posture, enough for her to examine however much she wanted the aberrant physiology of the creature.

The taste of his large, almost thin, tendril-like manly tool was both arousing, and distractingly corruptive, vile, unnatural, as the creature thought, rather than spoke words of encouragement, into her mind. She was doing well, and this was right, she found herself guided to think. She adored the taste of this large, slimey tool, the chance to prove herself to the master controlling her mind, and service him.. it. A little twitching of the staff didn't startle her, rather, it encouraged her to give it more of her all, work harder to.. service the creature.
No, not creature, again, silly Ilsa, her master, the more she attended and thought about him, the more an unnatural devotion grew in her bossom. She was growing more and more convinced she'd do anything to.. for him, and the ideas of studying the creature to challenge, or oppose it seemed all the more rediculous, the more she considered them. Was it not joyful to behold and service this magnificent specimen? Why wait, why not open her mind further.. and her mouth, to service it..