Ametrine (Demon Skeleton) [F/?] - !Dubcon Warning!
Featured Characters: A female human and a demonic, skeletal entity of ambiguous gender. Description: Daphne, the young apprentice to a renowned sorceress, is dissatisfied with the slow pace of her training in the magical arts. While her mentor is away, she sneaks into a vault containing mysterious, forbidden artifacts in order to find a way to prove herself. She gets more than she bargained for when she falls under the alluring will of an imprisoned demon. Contains: Dubious Consent, Size Difference, Language Barrier, Body Horror, Corruption, Tentacles, Cunnilingus, Nipple Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Cervix Penetration, Belly Bulge, Belly Inflation, Throbbing Fetish, Gore-But-Not (Really don't know how to explain it; there's no guts but *gestures vaguely* you'll see). Dubcon Context: There is apprehension on the part of the human, which is dealt with by the monster via magic that makes her forget to be afraid. It's also heavily implied that a hypnotic force puts her in this scenario. She ultimately ends up enjoying herself, but whether that would have been the outcome anyway remains ambiguous, so I would recommend that you tread carefully or skip this one entirely if anything about that sounds like something that would be upsetting to you. Completion Date: August 3rd, 2026 Word Count: 5252 Read on Archive of Our Own
Daphne knew that she wasn't permitted to enter the forbidden relics vault. Much less alone while her mentor was away. But having recently turned twenty-one, she found her patience with the prospect of being treated like a child dwindling ever further.
She had been under the tutelage of Lady Cosima, a renowned sorceress, a little over a year and couldn't help but feel like her growth in the magical arts was being stunted. The basics were at her fingertips, practised ad nauseam with new techniques in the casting of the same spells only occasionally introduced to her. Cosima always reminded Daphne to trust the process. That this was the path to the same preeminence as her mentor.
"I don't take on just any student," she had said. "Your potential is great, but it requires the proper nourishment. Focus and patience."
Daphne scoffed at the memory of those words. It was hard to 'trust the process' when she felt so behind her peers of the same age. Her blood boiled thinking of those conceited little dullards she had shared preparatory magic theory classes with. How they may be surpassing her at every given moment. She dreaded the confirmation of that at the upcoming apprentice gathering, her face flushing at the imagined titters and insincere, sugary pity.
She would be great, but not at this pace.
Surely, if her natural ability was what Cosima implied it was, Daphne was strong enough to handle simply being around whatever piddly magical artifacts lay sequestered in that vault. She stood at the bottom of the basement stairs, looking across the room at the door aglow with blue sealing runes and seeing an opportunity. If she could steal her way inside and examine even just one relic, perhaps discover something new about it or dispel a pesky curse, then Cosima would have to see she was capable of more advanced magic.
Daphne crossed the floor with a few quick strides. Without giving herself time to think, she focused an unlocking spell into her right forefinger. A golden light extended from under her nail, taking the form of a long, thin pick. She inserted it into the door's lock and instantly felt her magic come into contact with the purposeful tangle of Cosima's seal.
It was admittedly troublesome, working to unsnarl the strands of the spell as well as physically fighting the invisible force attempting to push her pick out of the keyhole. Sweat formed on her brow as the runes on the door twisted, flipped, and rearranged into different configurations. None of which were apparently correct for a time. Until, finally, the blue markings flared brightly before fading into gold and then disappearing entirely. The lock clicked.
Daphne cleared her throat and stretched her upper back against the tension that had settled there. She worried belatedly that Cosima might have had some mental connection to the seal, but the fact that her mentor didn't teleport into the room seconds later to scold her proved otherwise. Heart pounding, she opened the vault.
The lanterns along the walls lit themselves as she entered, bathing the large chamber in flickering firelight. Inside, she found a wide assortment of objects on shelves, tabletops, and even the floor, depending on their size. They all shared the trait of being trapped under shimmering boxes made of what appeared to be a blue-tinted glass; containment spells, she recognized.
It was surprising to her that, while many of them were clearly ancient relics, most were mundane, everyday items. A quill whose feather ruffled despite the lack of breeze, a pair of dice where one was slowly rolling itself around its inert twin, a corked bottle full of liquid that changed colour between pitch black and smoky grey whenever Daphne took a step. All strange, but perfectly innocuous as far as she could tell.
That was until she felt it. The pull. A barely-perceptible whisper that tickled coldly up her spine.
Daphne turned, instantly spying its likely source. A faceted amethyst about the size of her fist floated a few inches off the nearby table within its box. The long, jagged crack along the front face of the containment field was prominent, flashing periodically like lightning. Each spark illuminated the space where a shard was missing from the box. A point of access to the outside world for its prisoner. She approached it, stooping when she saw the broken shard lying nearby on the floor.
I can fix this, she thought, taking it into her hand and rising. It was simple. All she had to do was use the missing piece of the spell to patch the whole of it. Her gaze locked on the gem and something seemed to vibrate in her skull, right behind her eyes; hot, alive…alluring.
I need to fix this. Daphne's hand shook, the shard tumbling from it as she reached to put it in place. She scarcely heard it hit the floor over the pounding of her own pulse in her ears.
I need to—need to—.
It was like watching someone else's actions from afar as she hooked her finger into the hole. The air inside the box felt charged and volatile. A shock ran through her arm, up the side of her neck, and into her temple. With a quick, sideways slashing motion, she dispelled the containment field. The amethyst continued to levitate in place until she held her slightly cupped hand beneath and it dropped into her palm.
Daphne's breath caught as she realized a beat later what she had done. Her mind spun, but slowly. Lazily. She had to recast the spell and contain the gem again, was the wavering line of thought; a single string plucked on an ill-tuned harp, the note reverberating to nothing. Instead, she turned and left. She didn't stop, not even taking the time to close the vault behind her, until she was back up in her room.
Daphne swiftly shut the door behind her, the loud thud rattling some of the objects on her vanity and shelves. She traced a golden rune into the air. The lock clicked into place as she leaned against the dark wood, breathing hard and terrified as if she had been chased in there.
She made her way to the bed on unsteady legs and dropped down to sit on the end. A bead of cold sweat made a slow trail down to her jaw. Shaking fingers swiped it away, the tips then coming to rest on Daphne's dry lips. She took a few steadying breaths before dragging her gaze to the gem. The facets glinted in the fading sunlight as she turned it over in her hand. It was quiet through her handling. Inert.
For now, she thought.
Every second was a chance for it to enact whatever will it contained, but Daphne couldn't move in a direction that led to returning it. Any inkling of such was met with resistance. As if invisible tendrils were attempting to root her, body and mind, caressing and deeply possessive. Stay. Do nothing. We have each other now, it seemed to say.
Daphne's chest shuddered. "What do you want?"
Silence met her, but as she stared into the amethyst, she began to see something within. A roiling light like hell fire. She yelped, finally able to drop the gem as it grew unbearably hot, nearly searing her. It bounced and came to a stop a few feet away on the thick rug. The fibres sizzled and smoked as it sat still for only a moment before rising, turning rapidly and glowing a vibrant violet that consumed the entire room.
Daphne scarcely had time to make sense of it and brace herself. A dark purple cloud suddenly billowed out from the amethyst, thick enough to dim its light, caught in a dizzying swirl like it was driven by storm winds. Her blood ran cold as a massive skeletal head emerged, humanoid, but clearly having once had a short snout of sorts. Long horns curled back and upwards from its brow. It was eyeless, save for the amethyst jammed into the left socket.
The body followed, instantly coming towards her. Daphne scrambled backwards to avoid the large, clawed hands on long limbs that came up to grip her bedposts. Frozen and panting around strangled cries, she stared up at the beast that towered over her even in its hunch.
She could hear a heartbeat that she thought was her own at first, but it was far too calm. There was something pulsating within the creature's rib cage and she was further horrified to think its organs were on display. Instead, it seemed to be a single, dark purple mass that clung to its rune-etched ribs with slender, fungus-like threads.
Daphne's bed creaked as it shifted forwards with, its long tail waving behind.
"Fuck that!" she shrieked, hastily beginning to trace an energy bolt sigil.
There was a hiss and a loud click of sharp teeth. Daphne gasped as the sound reverberated in an otherworldly fashion, countering her spell before it was even formed. The runes upon ancient bones and the gem-eye flared, and she found her arms and legs locked in place. She looked to them frantically, seeing rings of light wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They moved against her will; hands coming to rest above her head, legs spreading.
The skeletal beast moved again, looming above Daphne who lay helpless on the bed. High-pitched whimpers escaped with her panicked breaths as she struggled in vain. Why didn't she push harder to be taught verbal spells? She was going to die. Those fangs would dig into her throat or clamp onto her head until it burst. The skeletal maw cracked open and she shut her eyes against the terror, squeezing out tears.
Daphne expected pain. Sudden oblivion if her killer was quick enough that she was spared it. She did not expect to feel a warm, thick fluid fall onto her chest. It was drooling on her and nothing else. Was it toying with her? A burning anger surged in her at being reduced to such, giving her the strength to open her eyes.
The saliva leaking in rivulets from the juncture where jagged teeth met skull bone began to eat at her clothes wherever it touched. Her cerulean tunic melted away at the front, and she braced for the agony as she assumed that her flesh would be next. But her suddenly bare breasts merely tingled, her nipples inexplicably perking.
Daphne gave a tug against her restraints. "Wh-what are you d—?"
A low, wet growl silenced her. The beast continued, trailing its saliva downward over her stomach. And then further. Daphne's heart was in her throat as she watched it pause to allow the vile substance to pool at her loins. The crotch of her pants met its expected fate and her pussy was exposed. That same, warm tingling sensation washed over her folds as drool flowed in excess over them, making them twitch. She bit back an involuntary moan.
This shouldn't feel good.
The throbbing mass within the large chest cavity shifted slightly. Dark tendrils stretched out from the top of it, crawling and twisting their way up where the throat would be and disappearing past the jawbone. Still dripping, the snout opened wider and a long, serpentine tentacle emerged, pulsating just as much as its source.
A tongue. It wanted to taste her, to prolong the inevitable. Savour her, perhaps; who knew how long it had been trapped in that gem without food? Or it could have been that fear and dread made human meat sweeter in ways she would never have fallen so far to know.
Daphne sucked in a breath and turned her head away as the creature's dipped towards her. The warm, rhythmically twitching appendage dragged slowly up her neck. It laved thrice against her lips which she kept pressed in a thin, defiant line. She whimpered as it moved on; over her stuttering chest, down between her breasts, to her navel, and—oh. Oh, no.
"H-hey, that's—!" Daphne objected. Or at least tried to, cut off by a moan as the tongue slid over her clit and down the line of her pussy.
She thought it would move on and explore the rest of her, hoped it would to save her this particular indignity in the end, but the beast continued right where it was. Shivers wracked her body as it licked at her wet, heated cunt. Its strokes were slow, the intensely throbbing tentacle digging into her folds. The tip grazed her entrance and she jolted, gasping, face burning as she had to push away the sudden, titillating, image of it breaching her from her mind.
"D-do you even kn-know what you—ahh—you're doing?"
Of course it didn't. This was a ravenous animal lapping her most sensitive, and possibly tastiest, parts. That tongue might eventually enter her. Only to rip itself upwards through her flesh to allow it a point from which to feast on her organs. She couldn't treat it as anything other than a horrid, sadistic means of slaying its prey.
Yet Daphne still moaned in pleasure. The creature kept its pace, running through the sloppy combination of its saliva and her arousal. It pressed in close and writhed its tongue as the end of its snout nudged at her swollen clit. A dark growl rumbled the bare bone. Brief vibration joined the ardent pulsations against her, drawing a long, shaking whimper from her throat.
I'm going to cum, Daphne thought, mortified.
But just as she was resigned to it, the beast pulled away. A thin, shimmering line of slick remained the only connection between them. Daphne panted, her body clambering backwards from the overwhelming waves of impending orgasm. Her pussy twitched; needy for it. She glared at her demise, something primal in her making her bare her teeth around a snarl.
"Just kill me, you fucking coward!"
The demon cocked its head at her. It sat back a bit, angling its gaze downward on itself. Shame? No, it was focusing her attention elsewhere. Against reason, Daphne granted it that. She watched the mass within it shift again. The tendrils crept down, spread out over the pelvis, and then reached outwards. They wrapped together, entwining layer after layer, thickening and forming into a massive phallus. It throbbed fervently above her, jolting with its excited, audible beat.
There was no longer any question what this beast wanted.
Daphne's rage dissolved into fear once again. She had never been fucked before. Yes, she had casual encounters with her male peers in preparatory school, many of which were pathetically lost enough in the haze of youthful lust to trade a lot to have her relieve their worthless cocks. But she had only ever used her hand or her mouth. A few times she had let them fuck between her thighs and rub against her cunt if the irritating whims of desire struck her strongly enough. But she hadn't had anyone inside her; never mind anything so monstrously large.
Her drenched pussy still tingled at the sight, thrumming from the memory of that insistent tongue and what it had been so close to bringing her to. Was she really considering this? The war between her traitorous body and slowly slipping mind left her dizzy. Momentarily dumb in both senses. The creature crawled, its clawed hands finding a place on either side of her. The head of its imposing erection came within an inch of grazing her slit and clarity violently snapped its way back into her.
Regardless of whatever small, depraved part of her was acquiescing, that cock would tear her apart; non-figuratively.
Daphne panted, shaking her head as all pride abandoned her and she resorted to small-voiced begging.
"Y-you won't fit…please, don't. You won't fit."
The creature made an odd, warbling sound; pensive sliding like honey into amusement. It leaned in and Daphne felt compelled to look into its crystal eye, which flared again. Her breath caught as she found herself transfixed. The light began to slowly strobe and she felt as though its presence undulated through her entire form. She grew light-headed, all of that fear turning fuzzy, becoming distant before being blown away like smoke on a gentle exhale.
A maddening hunger then washed over Daphne's body, the dark magic altering and reshaping for its master's perverted delight. Her pussy throbbed like it never had before, pulsing in perfect time with the creature's beating chest-mass. She could feel her hole gaping open, quivering and wreathed by her swollen folds. Begging to be filled and stretching to be accommodating to anything.
Daphne moaned and squirmed as much as her restraints would allow. She felt like some wretched, crazed animal in heat. And there wasn't an ounce of her that cared; she was meant to be a monster's good, little cock sleeve, after all. Her hips bucked almost of their own accord, jutting frantically towards the demonic, skeletal giant. Its dick grazed her clit and she cried out, a small rush of fluid spurting from her aching, desperate cunt.
"Fuck me!" she whined. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Gods, please!"
The huge, round head of the monster's cock pushed against her hole. Daphne wailed as the impossibly thick shaft followed, though not from pain. She took it with ease, inch by inch until it was seated halfway. No tearing. No blood. Not even a burn from the stretch. Ungodly pleasure radiated from her walls as they hugged and sucked the beastly thing inside of her as far as it would go.
A pleased growl of a groan sounded above her and the skeletal hips began to rock. The beating of the mass in the creature's rib cage sped up, echoed in its cock. It's tail whipped, knocking over the chair by the fireplace and smashing some perfume bottles. The tentacle-tongue lolled around animalistic grunts. Saliva continued to drip from its teeth, melting away more of her clothes and leaving sizzling holes in her duvet.
Daphne moaned mindlessly through it, her eyes fixed on the way her belly bulged with every thrust. Horror held no place in her. The sight only made her stirred-up insides clench harder. She could hear the filthy noises of her own body, the wet squelch of her pussy taking something it never should. Leaking and spurting around the devilish intruder.
Her breasts bounced from the bed-rocking force, glistening with sweat and streaks of drool. The beast's tongue extended and snaked downwards. It caught one of them in a coil and stopped the motion. The tip opened up into a small maw, latching onto the nipple and beginning to suck. Daphne cried out, watching a second tentacle worm out from behind the ribs, foregoing the tongue illusion to do the same to her other breast. Both of her nipples were swallowed in hot, pulsating confines, messy with saliva. Foul. Horrid.
Divine.
The tentacles kept sucking even as the monster suddenly paused. Its hips ground forward, as if experimenting with trying to go further; only half of its massive cock had been enjoying Daphne's hole. She moaned from the pleasure of those greedy mouths on her chest, but found a single, cohesive thought and realized what was about to happen.
"I—ahhh, fuck. I can't take any more…it's too big. I can't…I can't."
Her protest was weak, half-hearted as the weighty shaft sat in her cunt. Sheathed, but no less an effective blade—burning and jolting in soft, pressing walls. That alone kept her shaking, whimpering as her hips squirmed their silent pleas for the creature to keep moving it. Daphne cursed them; she would surely be gutted if it was forced any deeper.
The bones rattled with a loud, frustrated-sounding snarl and the amethyst glowed, blazing bright. Something ignited within Daphne. A warm, needy pulsing in her very womb that cried satiation with every throb; more, more, more. She moaned, back arching, her stretched pussy aching and twitching. It couldn't possibly go that far. Her body couldn't take that. Couldn't want it. The skeletal form reeled back.
"W-Wait!"
It should have been agony. But when the beast slammed forward, driving to the hilt and breaching a second ring deep inside her, it was anything but. She screamed in ecstasy as she came, her cervix contracting around the hot, bulging shaft. Again and again, squeezing tight and radiating pleasure through her entire being. Her sight grew bleary and dim, a ringing in her ears blocking out all else that wasn't her own racing heartbeat.
It all returned to her at the sound of a pleased purr and the creature resumed its thrusts, ramming hard and tearing into the mattress with its claws. Daphne's open, drooling mouth was never silent. She could feel it every time the round head popped through that inner hole and kissed the very top of her deepest place. Unfettered, ecstatic tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with sweat. Every inch of her quaked, her swollen and used insides caught in a near-constant, clenching quiver as countless orgasms claimed her.
Daphne was hazy and breathless, at some point realizing that her magical bonds had released. She had no strength to fight and no desire to. Instead, she kept her legs spread for the demon, allowing the feral pumping of its monster cock to continue ravaging her pussy. Her arms stretched out and her hands found their way to gripping the rune-inscribed rib cage. The mass there pulsated against where the curled backs of her fingers pressed into it, the thumping growing harder and faster the longer its owner pounded into her.
"I'm yours!" she cried, voice unsteady on another orgasmic spasm. They hardly felt like her own, but the words tumbled out with each violent rock of her body.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"
The creature's heartbeat galloped, almost deafening in the space between them. The mouths at Daphne's nipples sucked ravenously. Filthy, slippery drool flowed from them and wet her breasts which were continuously squeezed and caressed by their tentacles. As the beast's grunting became ragged, they retracted back into their source. The material they had been comprised of went straight into the enormous shaft, thickening it further as its throbbing intensified.
Daphne panted and whined. Her trembling cunt clamped against the added girth, sweltering and greedy as if it sought to make that cock a part of her. They needed to be one. Mindlessly, she reached her hands fully between the ribs, burying them into the dark, pulsating mass.
The monster paused, shuddering as it keened in pain and pleasure. She moaned along with it as it stuttered back into movement near the end of the haunting wail. Large hands gripped her waist, encircling them entirely, thumbs pressed to the bulge in her belly. They moved her, pulling her pliant body into renewed, powerful thrusts. Its cock pulled out a spurt of her fluids every time it reeled back before slamming back in past her cervix. The tight inner ring yielded, gliding around the bulbous head and snapping onto the shaft like a band.
Daphne's orgasms were being wrung from her spent body like a wet rag, pleasure building until her entire frame convulsed from the overabundance of it. Her hands remained engulfed in the strange, organ-like structure that sucked onto her fingers. Wet and writhing as tendrils reached out to grip her wrists, pushing and pulling. Like it was fucking itself on her.
The beast's pace grew frantic, its pulse skipping as though tripping over the sheer rapidity. Daphne gripped the sludge around her and its head tipped back with a shriek, aimed at the ceiling while it drove madly into her. Choking on a cry, she came, and came again. Her body didn't let her go, the walls of her pussy going truly wild and gushing. There was a long, primal roar, and the creature joined her.
The throbbing shaft pressed in deeply, the skeletal hips jutting forward into Daphne with each pulse. Her belly filled, only halting once it had become distended and round with a heavy warmth. She laid there, panting and shaking while her cunt twitched relentlessly and her vision wavered. Darkness hovered in the edges of her rolling eyes, but subsided as she found her breath—she hadn't been doing a lot of that, it seemed.
The oddest realization came to her first when the fog cleared her mind. Her hands which had been buried in that warm, wet heat were free. Glistening, trembling fingers were left weakly clutching at the demon's rib cage.
The now empty rib cage.
With dawning horror, she looked to her swollen stomach. She could feel the pulsations of the mass now seated inside her, its beat muffled by her flesh but still audible. Shock stilled her tongue, mouth gaping as any scream curled up and died in her heaving chest. The massive form above her moved away from her grip. Her hands dropped to her sides, limp upon the ruined blankets.
Daphne's gaze was drawn from herself as the creature reached to its own face and plucked the gem out of the eye socket. Its runes glowed and the amethyst held in long, deadly claws grew semi-transparent. Slowly, the skeletal hand descended. Her limbs refused to move, fingers too stiff to even think about forming the proper casting positions.
The gem was brought to her chest, between the clavicle and sternum. The pointed tip entered her and a sudden pleasure turned her mind obediently away from protest. She whimpered, her pussy twitching and dribbling from the sensation of an object being pushed into her. Once only the wide, faceted top was visible, the amethyst became solid again, lodged firmly into her very bones. She gave a gasping yelp, remembering herself, frantically attempting to pull it free.
The monster shook with a hollow rendition of laughter. Not malicious; giddy. It's form collapsed into smoke once more, swirling above Daphne. Wind whipped her hair and cooled the sweat on her skin to make her shiver. A spiraling cone emerged from the cloud and snaked its way to the amethyst. Swiftly, the shimmering facets sucked the billowing smoke inside, leaving the room quiet aside from Daphne's fearful panting.
Her hands went immediately to her heavy, swollen belly. The pulsing had stopped. Likely due to the creature's departure. But it wouldn't be gone for long. That damned thing had bonded itself to her. Just like that, and she had let it happen. Let a demonic beast manipulate her. Let it fuck her. The folds of her cunt tingled with remembered ecstasy and she swallowed shame-born tears. She had to act fast; find a way to get it out of her before—.
A moan wrenched itself from her as the mass jumped back to life, throbbing hard and loud. Now in time with her own pounding heartbeat, she realized distantly. She breathed rapidly as heat rushed beneath her skin once more. The mass shifted and bulged until she felt a thick tentacle writhe through her cervix from the inside and start to crawl its way out. It felt sick, but pleasure still coursed through her, claiming her body for itself. Her pussy gaped from the force of each pulsation as it neared her hole, pushing past the quivering rim.
Daphne expected it to gather between her legs, affording her the opportunity to destroy it. But instead, thin tendrils clung to her inner thighs. They crawled down her legs and up her torso; finding their way under the tattered remains of her clothes, weaving over each other into wide, clinging swaths on her flesh. Her stomach shrunk to its original size, but very little of her wasn't covered in the end. Patches of her skin were still exposed as well as the majority of her face—aside from what felt like the loving caress of a palm against her right cheek.
She didn't struggle, weakened by her body's lustful submission. The throbbing substance had gathered in excess on her breasts and the whole of her pussy. Tiny maws enveloped her nipples and clit, sucking feverishly. A small inward protrusion of the mass shallowly teased her hole without entering. A pathetic whimper escaped her as her legs spread to accommodate an invisible body. Cock; she wanted cock.
But she didn't need it.
Daphne gripped the duvet, toes curling into the feather down cast about her from the tears. The pulsations quickened alongside her racing heart. It was intoxicating, feeling her arousal bid the thick film to writhe and throb and please her. She groaned loudly; head tossing, laughter bubbling between her cries.
Broken. So thoroughly broken.
"Cumming, c-cumming!" she babbled stupidly to no one around a lolling tongue, drool running down her chin. "I'm cumming!"
Her hips bucked off the mattress, voice rising to compete with the frenetic pounding of her pulse—both echoing in the room to a discordant level as everything went dark.
-----
Daphne awoke with a sharp gasp, her body shuddering from the chill that washed over her. And from what had to have been the most depraved of her dreams to date. There was a lingering dampness between her thighs. Disgusting. Her bedroom was pitch black, the hour late. A bath would sort her, she thought, blowing out a slow breath. She raised a hand and traced out the sigil to bring light to the crystal sconces upon the walls.
Her blood froze in her veins.
The room was in shambles, but that was the least of her concern. The hand before her trembled, solidifying the reality that it was, in fact, her own. Claws. Dark purple scales. Thick pads upon the palm. No, no, no.
She scrambled across her ruined bedding, standing on legs that wobbled beneath her—not bending as they should. A hiss—reptilian—bubbled from up from her chest as she gathered herself and crossed the thick, colourful rug to the large mirror in the corner which had miraculously come out undamaged—a tail whipping behind her. There was no hesitation; she had to know.
Daphne stared at the creature for a long, quiet moment. The large, golden, snake-like eyes blinked as she did. Her gaze traced the face, human in some ways, but not most. Feathers and scales, taller than she had been, long horns like a crown upon her head.
And then there was the amethyst, bound to her above her notably larger breasts. It was dormant, but she could feel all it contained. It felt like…potential. It felt powerful. Arousingly so. She grinned, fangs flashing back at her from the mirror. She fondled her tits, sticking out her long forked tongue around a moan that dissolved into triumphant laughter.
"Mmm, yes."
Daphne turned on her heel, heading towards the double glass doors leading out to the balcony. She threw them open, breaking the hinges and shattering them with satisfaction. The night air welcomed her arrival—her ascension. Her clawed hands met the railing, scraping the stone as she looked out from her place high in Cosima's mage tower.
Damn that condescending, fucking sorceress.
A wild magic rose inside Daphne and manifested great, feathery wings. They sprouted from her back at her command, obeying her thoughts. No incantation. No time-wasting sigil-tracing. She spread them wide and jumped from the balcony, flying into the shadows which swallowed her whole.
End
Masterlist
