Editing Shedding the Darkness (section)

==Corrupted Geneseed==
''(SKIP THIS PART IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH [[/d/]] MATERIAL)''

“Sloooowweerrr…That’s it…good…”

Kraegus sighed as his shaft began what must have been the fortieth, achingly-slow journey into the slave-woman’s folds. Alysia had been extremely insistent about this point, but something told him it was more about her twisted sense of pleasure than the ritual itself. 

After chaining the woman he had acquired down to a table, the Inquisitor had gaged her before copying the symbols displayed by the daemonette in the mirror. The locations of the symbols were rather strange, ranging from the crux of the elbow to the underside of the kneecap.  Once the slave-woman was properly prepared, Alysia had instructed him to begin pleasuring her, directing from the hand mirror placed on a nearby counter. 

Her instructions grew shorter and more sensual with each thrust from the human. Alysia could sense how close both of the mortals were, having been forced to edge for close to an hour now. Their mixture of frustration and need for release was simply palatable, not to mention the sensations emanating from Kraegus’ cock. She might not have had one of her own, but the slave-woman’s folds caress was enough to make her savor the thought.

In any case, the daemonette soon grew to the point where she could no longer direct properly. “N…Now,” she ordered, to which Kraegus gladly complied. 

His hips began rapidly thrusting, shoving his member in and out of the slave-woman’s channel. By now, her juices had all but coated the lower part of the table, as well as his crotch, leading to an extremely wet noise being produced from where their genitals met. Kraegus’ orgasm came within moments, but, rather than his seed, something else began erupting from his tip.

The slave-woman’s eyes went wide as a writhing mass formed within her. She had suffered many things under many masters, but this was something entirely new. The mass began to pulsate, sending electric shocks up her spine in conjunction with her cumming. In addition, the man who had bought her had grown silent, staring down at his manhood with a look of terror as he withdrew it from her slot. Had it not been for the ball-gag, the slave-woman would have screamed.

Tentacles, tens of them, had seemingly replaced the Inquisitor’s piece. Each was growing at a remarkably rapid pace, soon more than a few feet long. Wriggling about, they began plunging into the symbols on her skin, tearing the skin, muscle, and bones apart as they began spreading their vile corruption. Some even snaked their way back into all three of her holes, going so far as to tear off the ball-gag in their eagerness to violate the slave-woman.
 
While the affair was beyond pleasurable for Kraegus, he could not help but feel revolted. The woman before him was being transformed  by the daemonic energy surging through the tentacles that now comprised his cock. Her legs began to fuse together, lengthening and growing to become a proper snake’s tail. Beneath her skin, a larger body was struggling to break through, the purplish skin tearing through the woman’s pink. As a hood grew out of the woman’s skull with a sickening crack, her hair turned blue and lengthened before ears jutted out from beneath it. 

Much to the Inquisitor’s relief, he began noticing that the tentacles were detaching themselves from his cock and further digging into what was left of the slave-woman. His original member seemed to be intact underneath, but that was the least of his concerns. Exploding in a bloody mess, the remnants of the slave-woman were shed from the daemonette as black scales began popping from her skin. 

Moaning, Alysia came to rest on the table before Kraegus, the bindings that had been holding her vessel down torn clean from their holds. She was at least a half larger than the human was, not even including her tail. Bemused, the daemonette began surveying her form, making sure that the ritual had been completed properly. Her increased size and glistening, diamond-like scales must have been the result of having the mortal edge, leading to more of his energy being poured into the ritual. Still, as she confirmed everything was in place, she came to regard the rather shocked and tired looking man standing a little ways away from the table.

“Awwww…you’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” Alysia purred, slithering off the table and through the macabre leftovers of the slave-woman. “You don’t need to be. I’m '''your''' daemonette, after all.”

Stammering, Kraegus backed up against the wall, “That…That doesn’t make this any better. You just made me watch…Oh Emperor…”

He leaned over, losing his stomach’s contents all over the shuttle’s floor. The entire incident had been a grim reminder of the fate that might have awaited him had he not accepted her deal, and now it was all he could think of. “I just…I can’t…”

As he hurled again, a soft hand came to rest on his back. “Shhhh…let it '''all''' out. Alysia is here for you.”

“But…” he coughed, wiping his mouth, “W…Why? You got what you want, so just kill me and get it over with. That’s how you daemons work, right?”

“Hrmmm…" she mused playfully, acting as if she was considering the thought. "No. I have a better idea.”

“And…what might that be?”

Lowering her head, the daemonette nipped his left ear before softly whispering, “I’m going to make you my ''eternal'' fucktoy…”