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6/27/2025, 1:41:40 AM
>>6265904
Before she can respond, you throw her to the ground once more. In a flash of black flame, the Blade of the Defiler returns to your hand for some delicate work. You do not run her through with the blade because you do not need to. All that needs to be done is a gentle prick at the nape of her neck, to force open the chakra that protects the mind and soul from corruption seeping in through the body. To taint the essence that flows through it and transform her into something less than what she was, but far more than a mere revenant.
"What... hah..." the woman lets out a deep, steaming breath. One after another the whites of her eyes are dyed black. The mark of your profane gift solidifies on her lower stomach, branding her as your property. "Hah... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was wrong. Mistress, Abby feels good. Abby feels so, so good now! Thank you for showing this pleasure to me, for punishing Abigail when she did something wrong!"
She stand up like a marionette, the euphoria of her soul's corruption overriding the pain from everything you did to her. She looks at you with adoring, submissive eyes, and asks, "How can I ever thank you, Mistress?"
You answer Abby by throwing the Blade of the Defiler at her feet. "Simple. Prove your loyalty to me and kill your comrades. Leave the priestess."
Abigail lifts up the blade, measuring the weight in her hands and admiring the black ichor endlessly oozing off of it, only to vanish in the air. When she hears your order, she snaps to attention and cheerily sings, "Kaaaaaaaay~!"
Mikhail stares at her as she approaches him, the mightnight black veins of her corrupted arcanovascular system marring her otherwise flawless tan skin. His eyes are not filled with lust, even though all of her secrets are bared to him. Rather, a delicious fear wafts off of him, coloring his voice as he panics, "You're joking. Big Sis, you're gonna turn that blade right back on that bitch, right?"
"Huh?" the Spellsword stops, the blade raised above her head and poised to strike. "Why would Abby attack her mistress? She makes Abby's heart feel all warm and tingly... and the sex feels even better than that~!"
Those are the last words Mikhail ever hears. Abigail wears a cruel smile that mimics your own as she brings the blade crashing down upon his neck. With a elegant flourish, she hooks the blade around and cleanly lops his head off, sending it flying. Ignoring the blood gushing out and splattering her body, Abigail once again eyes the blade with a childish curiosity, her cheeks puffing out in a pout. "Awww... when Abby got stabbed with this, Abby became Mistress's Little Sis. Why didn't Mikhail become Mistress's... no, Big Sis's little bro?"
Hearing her words, you come to a realization.
Before she can respond, you throw her to the ground once more. In a flash of black flame, the Blade of the Defiler returns to your hand for some delicate work. You do not run her through with the blade because you do not need to. All that needs to be done is a gentle prick at the nape of her neck, to force open the chakra that protects the mind and soul from corruption seeping in through the body. To taint the essence that flows through it and transform her into something less than what she was, but far more than a mere revenant.
"What... hah..." the woman lets out a deep, steaming breath. One after another the whites of her eyes are dyed black. The mark of your profane gift solidifies on her lower stomach, branding her as your property. "Hah... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was wrong. Mistress, Abby feels good. Abby feels so, so good now! Thank you for showing this pleasure to me, for punishing Abigail when she did something wrong!"
She stand up like a marionette, the euphoria of her soul's corruption overriding the pain from everything you did to her. She looks at you with adoring, submissive eyes, and asks, "How can I ever thank you, Mistress?"
You answer Abby by throwing the Blade of the Defiler at her feet. "Simple. Prove your loyalty to me and kill your comrades. Leave the priestess."
Abigail lifts up the blade, measuring the weight in her hands and admiring the black ichor endlessly oozing off of it, only to vanish in the air. When she hears your order, she snaps to attention and cheerily sings, "Kaaaaaaaay~!"
Mikhail stares at her as she approaches him, the mightnight black veins of her corrupted arcanovascular system marring her otherwise flawless tan skin. His eyes are not filled with lust, even though all of her secrets are bared to him. Rather, a delicious fear wafts off of him, coloring his voice as he panics, "You're joking. Big Sis, you're gonna turn that blade right back on that bitch, right?"
"Huh?" the Spellsword stops, the blade raised above her head and poised to strike. "Why would Abby attack her mistress? She makes Abby's heart feel all warm and tingly... and the sex feels even better than that~!"
Those are the last words Mikhail ever hears. Abigail wears a cruel smile that mimics your own as she brings the blade crashing down upon his neck. With a elegant flourish, she hooks the blade around and cleanly lops his head off, sending it flying. Ignoring the blood gushing out and splattering her body, Abigail once again eyes the blade with a childish curiosity, her cheeks puffing out in a pout. "Awww... when Abby got stabbed with this, Abby became Mistress's Little Sis. Why didn't Mikhail become Mistress's... no, Big Sis's little bro?"
Hearing her words, you come to a realization.
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