Forbidden Manor At The End Of Time : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

It felt like days had passed, yet Beatrix remained on her toes, anxiously awaiting the moment they’d suddenly be discovered or attacked. She could practically feel the manor searching for them with a multitude of eyes. Thankfully, Moxxi continued to shift their sanctuary location while Bellatrix trained with them, determined to whip them into shape in the limited time they had left.

They were currently taking a break, the room momentarily altered into a flashy dance floor, complete with a disco ball suspended above. “It's kind of like the rave clubs Pacific Glow used to hang around,” Cerise stated over the music, squealing in delight as she shook her shapeliness, arms raised and tiny bells jingling all over her scanty clothes.

“Yeeeeee, shake those milkshakes and buns, baby,” teased the imp who wiggled alongside her, the dancer breaking into gleeful giggles.

“You're a bad influence,” muttered Beatrix, who nonetheless grinned while shaking her head, a hand poised on her hip.

“And you’ve got a Jack Sprat stick up yer arse. Take it aahhht and get jiggy wif us~!” Moxxi insisted, sticking out her tongue.

They were working themselves up to a wild sweat, Sunny and Bellatrix on the sidelines lounging about drinking and watching them strut their stuff amidst the light show.

As the music slowed down, Cerise leaned onto the counter to catch her breath. “Phew! Gosh…. Kinda sucks we don’t have a single stallion here anymore,” Cerise mumbled with a blush. “I-I mean, I’m down with mares and all, but a cute colt or two would help keep things interesting, don’t you think?”

“Ya sayin’ I’m not in the bloody buff for ya, lov?” Moxxi snickered jokingly, seating her fat ass onto Cerise’s lap while rubbing herself up into the dancer’s bosom, spaded tail stickin’ up between the imp’s thighs, acting like an erection. “If there’s cock on da John Wayne, I wouldn’t mind switchin’ genders for ya~!”

“You can do that?!”

“Sure can~! But I fin' you’re cravin’ a certain stallion’s lollipop, amirght?”

“W-well, I mean.… I’m just worried about Midnight, that’s all,” she insisted, though it was evident to everyone in the room she was crushing on the soldier hard.

She'd been throwing herself into her training, helped by her teaching to incorporate her dancing into her fighting. At first, she'd told herself it was to save Midnight, and whereas that was still true, she couldn't help but wonder if it was also a way to distract herself from what had happened to him?

Beatrix routinely experimented with elemental spells across the room, wiggling her fingers and finding more energy charged through them by the hour. “Well, What do you know! I think I’m almost back to full power! I can't quite open a rift, though...” To demonstrate, she traced a circle, cutting a hair-thin fracture in the air that swirled bluish-white but didn't quite open.

“Seems like the manor can't quite restrain us anymore,” observed Sunny. “Think we can duck out of here soon?”

“What?! No! Not without Midnight,” Cerise insisted, a record scratch on cue as the music stopped and she stamped a foot, causing the imp to fall off. The flashing lights also died down, the observers not sure if it was due to Moxxi or the wispy darkness that swirled around the dancer.

“Well, duh. I didn’t mean it like that,” Sunny rephrased. “There's a slim chance we can still save the twins, too.”

Cerise sheepishly nodded; the bat wings sprouted from her back spread widely. “I sure hope so! They're not the same ones I know from my world, but they were always nice and helpful to me. I might not be here without them!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave anyone behind,” assured Beatrix. “I can’t afford to run away anymore. Not when this manor is scooping up people to devour, and Shadow Scythe is loose! They're my responsibility.”

Aware they couldn't stick around here forever, she considered ways they might take the offensive. Unfortunately, their enemy maintained the home turf advantage!

Bellatrix lazily rose and set aside her glass. “Riveting as these heavier conversations are, break time is at an end.” Her spaded tail snapped on the floor like a whip, the crack audible. “Prepare yourselves, because we're about to resume our latest session!”

“Meow~” The imp playfully swiped a claw.

“Afraid I can't take it easy on you either,” spat Bellatrix, who launched at the imp, determined to show her students a little tough love. Her life in the Necronomicon before her awakening to awareness had been a brutal one; a constant hunt as a food chain of demons across various dimensions constantly battled and fed on each other. She had narrowly evaded death many times.

How many of her sister succubi had fallen? What would have happened if Sombra had wandered upon one of them, instead?

Pondering such possibilities, she snarled then went to all fours, unleashing the fullextent of her demonic powers. The scant black leather bikini that hid her shredded under a ripple of lithe muscles, and she growled and snapped, tail swishing and bat-like wings unfurled as she swiped and bounded at them across the dance floor.

“Come at me, all of you!”

“Oye! Watch the ‘orns, Lov,” yelped Moxxi as they nearly rammed into her butt. The lesser demon tried to reverse Bellatrix out of her form using her ancient magic. But to her audible shock, the she-devil remained unaffected by the x mark on her cheek.

“'re ya fuckin’ me dick, mate?! Why 'ren’t ya switchin’ back?!” She bellowed, avoiding another dash of horns.

“Yikes,” yelled Cerise, who pirouetted out of the she-devil's path, light on her nimble toes. “Didn't she tell you? Her encounter with...erm, ‘he-who-must-not-be-mentioned,’ made it so she could change freely.”

“Oh, NA ya tell me!” The imp grunted, vanishing in neon smoke before claw-like nails lashed through the air.

“Settle down, sister! You could hurt someone,” reminded Beatrix, who knew how unruly she could get whenever she embraced her monstrous side, the she-devil feeling most like herself whenever she acted like a wild animal lost to her instincts.

“That's the idea,” the she-devil hissed and leaped again, forcing them to scatter. She clawed and snapped, nostrils flared.

Beatrix raised an invisible, protective barrier, scratching sounding as it sparked under her slashes. “Looks like you still need to learn how to control yourself too, sister! Those new powers that amplified your old ones? Getting out of hand here!” She realized it must be an effect of being trapped in the core so long, drained to the point where the she-devil was still adjusting to her old self.

The demon panted, surrounded by the group, her eyes glowing. “Y-yeah, you’re right,” she admitted taking a deep breath to still herself, and as the rush of adrenaline started to come down, she wobbled and nearly collapsed. Beatrix scampered to her side, falling to her knees to support her adopted sister. “Forgive me, I...don't know what came over me,” she said shamefacedly, rubbing her ram-like horns.

Sunny folded her arms, her face scrunched up. “You could've killed us.”

“Ah, ham and cheese,” Moxxi scoffed while coming to comfort her new friend. “You’d be on the rampage bein' cooped up wif aw that unyieldin' aggression~.”

“Yes…. T-thank you,” Bellatrix replied, looking away while grateful for the imp’s support.

“Happens to the best of us,” said Beatrix, stroking her sister's hair. “Better switch back to your angel form for now, just in case?”

“Yes. I’ll be a lot calmer that way.” Sighing, Bellatrix shifted back within seconds, feathers erupting around the now radiant angel who rose to her full height in an attempt to reclaim some dignity. She wrapped her plume about her, shivering.

Cerise touched her arm. “Hey now, thanks for all you've done so far! When I get home, I wanna continue to train how to fight with my father! Maybe my brothers, too!”

“You've come quite a ways,” admitted the angel who smiled back. “It's not your fault you were pampered and sheltered. Inky Rose couldn't bear the idea she'd lose you. She may be worried sick about you, as we speak.”

“Gotta say, lov. I 'aven’t felt more at ease wif me magic since becomin’ this cheeky lil’ thing. When we get aahhht, the first fin’' I’m doin’ is takin’ ya downtahn ter me secret Rub-A-Dub 'ouse~” The imp promised with a wink.

“I’ll…take you up on it,” Bellatrix retorted with a blush, not used to having reliable people.

It reminded Beatrix she needed to take this seriously, so she could return everyone safe and sound. She would be devastated, perhaps beyond recovery, if her own daughter Abadonna was forever lost to her.

Luckily for her, she still hadn't played her own trump card. Like Moxxi, Beatrix was a user of ‘arcane magic,’ thanks to some mentorship from Lady Ewe.

It was an absolute last resort since she was still unused to it. But the next time Shadow Scythe tried to corner them, the witch was confident the reaper would be in for a nasty surprise...

*****

An exasperated sigh arose from Shadow Scythe, having unearthed all the knowledge she could from her surroundings. The corpses of the monsters she eviscerated had been neatly disposed of by the maids, the area cleaned up until it was practically spotless. All that was left for them was to simultaneously unleash and tame the apparent sex beast that was Midnight Blitzer.

The sisters were whispering something into his flicking ears, the usual nonsense she assumed. Her lip curled in disgust at their prismatic nakedness pressed to his bare muscles on both sides. His fingers sunk into their lower holes, met by squishes and leakage from their pink, puffy slits. His cock had somehow swelled further, his snout wrapped around a heavy tit, suckling.

“Ooh,” whined out Foal-Bearer, the oversensitive breasts of her sibling now her own. Warm, sweet milk filled his maw, dripped around it and down his chin, her big tit distended as he tugged on it and nipped at a broad, erect nipple that sprayed.

“Fuck,” murmured Wet Nurse, fluttering half-lidded eyes, face similarly burning. She stroked his cock against her swollen clit, slapped it on her snatch, desperate to let him inside them finally. “It's-it's almost time, right? The mistress is losing patience.”

Foal-Bearer subtly nodded. “You want us, don't you, Midnight?” He grunted, their hot breath in his inner ears. “Why settle on us alone?” She titled her head at Shadow Scythe. “She wants to hurt us. She won't treat you kindly, like we do. We're merely tools to
her. But you can save us and relieve that awful pressure in your testicles. Just pin her down, and make her your bitch.”

Midnight unsteadily rose to his feet, spurred on by their words and a frustrated need for release. The twins were knocked aside on the blankets. The thick, heavy slab of meat between his thighs swung, painfully hard, a feral growl rising out of his toned belly. His massive wingspan unfurled, his hazy eyes turned white, and drool ran from his wide jaws, his nails now closer to claws.

Shadow Scythe narrowed her eyes. “What are you staring at? Piss off, you dumb bruuuOOT!!” He rushed her with frightening, supernatural speed, tackled her into the table that rattled, lab equipment spilled over and shattered. She howled in fury, struggling and horn starting to light up, only to have it seized on both sides by the twins. “W-what?! How dare you, you worthless harlots!”

“I wouldn't suggest it,” Foal-Bearer warned her with a cruel smile. “The backlash could cripple or kill you, mistress~.”

“Don't worry,” added Wet Nurse, giggling wickedly as she licked her chops. “He's about to break your tight virgin cunt in!”

Whites robes trimmed in black were shredded by Midnight's muscular arms, her tall and lithe form exposed, one of the rare times in Shadow Scythe's life where she openly cried, face twisted in sheer hatred.

She'd sworn from an early age never to be helpless, the first real taste of that dreaded reality when Sunny and Beatrix had helped overcome and imprisoned her.

Grunting and half-blinded by hot tears, his hands wrapped around her ankles, spreading her thighs and lifting her feet until they were on both sides of her head, her ass raised so that her pussy and asshole were presented to the feral beast.

His shaft throbbed and rubbed between her buttocks, traced over her orifices, which clenched hard to keep out his invasion.

He aimed and missed, his precum smearing over Shadow's pale blue fur on her abdomen. His tip flared and dripped.

"She still has her hymen?" Wet Nurse gasped. "How fun! If it regenerates, he'll get to deflower you again-and-again! Time to pop that cherry!" She traced the reaper's barrier.

“Let us help,” offered Foal-Bearer, who grabbed his hard cock, lining it up. She teased between the reaper's two lower holes and whispered to their cruel mistress, “What do you prefer? Want him to wreck your pussy or that puckered ass first, broodmare bitch?”

“Yeah,” added Wet Nurse with a maniacal laugh, playing with one of Shadow's small but shapely tits. The flesh rolled in her palm, an erect nipple pinched between her delicate fingers. She moved her hand lower, down to the reaper's pussy, and her fingers fully parted an inflamed pussy to expose a pink, slimy interior. “Who's the whore now, slut~?”

Shadow Scythe snarled, her body betraying her as her pink cunt winked with neglected need, a trail of juices ran down her puckered asshole. Through years of discipline and meditation, she had neutralized such base lusts so they wouldn't distract from her work; but now they stirred back to the surface, forced to inhaled Midnight's overpowering, masculine musk that dulled her mind.

Her twat spattered more lubrication down her clenched exit hole ring, desperate to fulfill her biological purpose. To take his cock into her and have its virile seed dumped down her womb so she would carry his baby.

Her pallid face burned, denying a need to be mated, her instincts screaming to be fucked senseless. That the explosive orgasm she refused herself would be the most wonderful experience she'd ever have. “I'm-I'm not a stupid, horny animal~!” A loud slap sounded on one of her buttocks, and it wobbled under the impact, a nasty red handprint left on the pert cheek as the sisters disciplined her.

Foal-Bearer said, “Can't decide? That's okay. You can't die, can you? At least, not permanently. That means poor pent up Midnight here can go absolutely wild. He'll rape you to death until you're a broken, submissive bitch who begs for his cum-”

“FUCK YOU ALL,” shrieked Shadow Scythe, horn launching a charged up spell without care for the consequences!

The explosion of magic knocked the three of them away; the twins slammed into the dungeon walls, Midnight sliding back on his feet. A rush of hot blood ran between the reaper's eyes, trembling as her horn shattered, stumbling to her feet as she reclaimed her sickle from the floor.

The sisters were winded, but Midnight didn't hear the reaper's commands to stop, his loyalty twisted to the Crystal Ponies.

She backed up to the wall, hands shaking as they grasped her weapon's handle; specifically, he wouldn't stop until he pinned her down and had his way with her until sated. Which if his sessions between the twins were any indication, could take hours.

A section of the cool wall melted away. Shadow Scythe vanished into the slimy flesh that closed around her, cackling once the muscular beast howled and rushed at her.

Unable to pry the wall open, the true likeness of the manor bled away, instantly returned to the false appearance of the dungeon.

*****

“Y’know, this could have solved so many problems earlier. Why are you never helpful when needed?!”

“Wouldn’t be me if I was, darlin’. If I solved aw your problems for ya, ya wouldn’t learn a bloody thing~!”

While the training continued, Beatrix decided to scout ahead, with Moxxi tagging along. The latter's chaotic nature created an invisible flow that made it less likely the pair would end up stuck in a corridor or other such trickery. She also led them down paths that evaded any traps the maids had left behind, dim lights on the walls around them.

In their wanderings down the stairs, a rattle sounded below that shook the area with such force the nude bust of a mare toppled and smashed into fragments. The witch choked on the dust that rose from the fragments and mumbled, “What the-”

“Sounds loike it was comin’ bela,” Moxxi noted, pulling ahead with Beatrix following behind. Descending below the manor, by the time they arrived where the noises and shaking came from, Shadow Scythe had slipped away, and from behind bars, they could see a feral Midnight, practically frothing at the mouth, the half-conscious twins sprawled naked on the cold concrete.

“Midnight?! Hey, it's us!” Beatrix waved at him. He spun to face them, heaving and whimpering, hunched over.

His swollen penis and testicles ached, but vague memories of the witch and the little imp resurfaced in his addled brain.

“Whoa...!” Moxxi murmured lustfully, getting an eyeful of his dick. “Look’s loike someone’s been 'avin’ a ride on the midnight express! Where can I punch me ticket~?”

“He's ours,” Wet-Nurse groaned, stumbling onto her feet.

Foal-Bearer too rose and beckoned him with a finger. “Come back to us. We're ready for you to make us yours!”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Beatrix unleashed her aura to pin both sisters into the wall before approaching her friend. “You don't want your first time to be like this. C’mon, big guy! Think of Cerise,” Beatrix reminded desperately. He wrapped his fists around the steel bars, rattled but couldn't break them, despite straining so violently veins were visible as they rose all over his bulging musculature.

“Try ter 'ang on there, lov,” called Moxxi. “I’ll go get the others! Be Hammer and Tack in a flaa-aagh!” Before she could poof away, one of Midnight’s hands secured her tail through the bar and began pulling her through, the Imp holding onto the steel pole for dear life. “A-ahh, scratch that! Ya get the others while I 'ang on!!!”

“Moxxi! Don’t worry; I’ll get you-” Beatrix reached to grab the lesser demon before her grip slipped, and the imp was pulled inside. Midnight rubbing her face into his cock, smearing his viscous precum against her cheek. “N-na lov! Nah need ter get Brian wif me--MMNGH~!” Midnight ignored her in favor of pushing his heated rod into Moxxi’s mouth, a bulge appearing in her as he forced her to bob her head up-and-down on it amid lewd slurps. Grunts arose from Midnight, humping his hips into her face, finally putting that dirty mouth to fair use.

“Holy shit, you can really take that dee--I mean! H-hang in there, Mox!” Beatrix stammered, hesitantly rushing off the scene as the twins dropped to the floor. The Imp responded by holding an ‘ok’ sign with her claws while getting skullfucked; her gullet thoroughly swabbed each time his monstrous cock pushed through it.

“No fair,” whined Wet Nurse, who clenched her moist thighs tight.

“I suppose we'll have to amuse ourselves,” said Foal-Bearer, who held her midsection from behind and planted pecks on her neck. Soon the twin sisters rolled onto the floor, let their hands rove about, and their inflamed pussies mash in noisy, messy squelches.

Hazy, half-lidded eyes stared up at Midnight, who groaned and clenched his buttocks, his wings fluttering in satisfaction. Thick smacks of flesh echoing each time he slammed into the imp's face, feeling a release of tension in his balls before howling out. An explosive load puffed out her cheeks, unable to swallow it all down as it settled in her belly, an excess erupting out her burning nostrils.

Moxxi’s eyes rolled up in their sockets; her rounded belly swelled out further. She could barely keep conscious while the hyper-stud kept savaging her sore, bulging throat.

Thankfully by that time, Beatrix arrived with their friends. Bellatrix marched forward, confident she could handle the beast if necessary, and strained under her own demonic might, prying apart the creaking bars that kept them contained.

“Down boy,” warned the she-devil, who wrestled with him, pulling the exhausted imp off his wet cock before she fell onto the floor, knocked out cold. “Damn, he's even stronger than he looks! A little help here!”

At the same time, Sunny raced to the intertwined twins and laid hands on them. Her eyes went white, and she stirred up their souls buried in their undead flesh, which Shadow Scythe had failed to dispel due to Sunny's attempt to purify them.

The crystalline sisters slipped unconscious, slack in her arms, and she gently placed them atop the blankets to let them recover.

“Midnight, it's me!” Cerise's bells jangled as she cautiously approached him, his large shadow falling on her. “Please, stop!”

Color returned to his white eyes, and his taut muscles started to relax. “C-Cerise...?” He released his hold on the she-devil, head murky as buried memories tried to resurface. Offered a drink by Beatrix, he waited a moment and then accepted.

The milky contents were thrown down his throat. Within moments the drugs in his system were vomited up as he keeled over.

“Are you okay?” Cerise knelt by him and rubbed his broad shoulders.

“I-I'm fine,” he muttered, his sight hazy as it passed over the familiar faces around him. “The twins turned me on Shadow Scythe, but she managed to escape. The last time I saw her, she was badly wounded. I think the mansion saved her.” He looked apologetically to the twins, the passed out imp soaked in cum, and the she-devil he'd wrestled. “Sorry.”

Beatrix shook her head. “What matters is we finally have you back. Good thing we stumbled on you when we did!” She turned to Moxxi, who slowly rose while coughing up some of Midnight’s viscous juices. A sly grin crept across her snout. “Good job keeping him occupied, Mox~.”

“Ooooh, just ya wait, lov,” she groaned, shaking her head clean. “We’ll see who’s laughin’ when your throat’s sour from 'avin' so much dick crammed daahhhn!”

“Shadow Scythe's been driven into a corner,” reminded Bellatrix, who crossed her arms and flicked her spaded tail about, lips pursed in a pout that matched her prissy manner. “She'll be more desperate than ever.”

“We'll deal with them soon,” assured Beatrix. “We need to recuperate first.”

Cerise used a napkin to wipe Midnight's chin. Her attention then turned to his painfully erected cock, still coated in spit. “Oh my, you’re still so hard,” she whispered while tracing his muscles. It was evident a mere blowjob was not enough to satisfy him now that he'd been stirred up for so long. “Do you want me to help? I don't mind.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, hand wandering to grope her ass through her hotpants without thinking. Instinct and desire were running hot, and she giggled, nuzzling his cheek as his other hand slipped a heavy tit from her tube top, rolling it about in his firm palm.

“I'm all yours,” she murmured to him. “However you want to do it. However, I'd prefer to start with vaginal. Anal can come later.” He nodded, now vaguely aware of what she meant after all his lessons under the maids. His loins burned.

Stripping her top, her charcoal breasts topped by hot pink nipples jiggled free. He treated them like he had the sisters, nibbled and pulled on them, and she squealed in delight as her cheeks went rosy. His hands slid down her sides, rolled down her shorts, and tossed them aside, her lower half exposed to the breezy air. Her moist twat winked, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“I'll be your first,” she reminded him. “I wish I could say it was my first time, too.” But that confession didn't matter to him, pressing his monster cock against her inviting slit, teasing its warmth as the massive shaft threatened to split her hot pink pussy wide open.

She whined at his unintentional tease, and her heart-shaped clit throbbed while droplets oozed down her bright asshole.

Tensing up with a blissful yelp and casting back her head, his flare skewered her and pushed her moist canal apart. She dug her painted nails into his back, wrapped her limbs around him as he made his flared head piston against her oozing cervix.

“O-oh fuck,” she murmured, eyes glazed as she reveled in the beautiful feeling of being filled to the brim. "Make love to me."

He moaned too, feeling her tighten around him, the heat of her snatch as it lovingly milked him. Gradually he began to move, muscular buttocks clenching each time he pressed against her final barrier, instinctively wanting to seed his new mate.

They forgot everyone around them, gazes locked. She pulled him to her, and his pace picked up. “Harder,” she urged, nipping his ear. “Wreck me. I'm the daughter of Sombra; I can take it!” She surrendered to her own instincts once he started to slam into her until he broke the last blockade, a girly squeal rising as his flared tip punched past her cervix and invaded her slimy womb.

She spread her thighs as he battered the back of her uterus, scissored his hips and ass to help his mating press. “Umph,” she cried each time he impaled her, squirting all over his crotch, her buttocks bouncing under each brutal slam. "Faster! Make me yours~!"

Leather wings sprouted out of her back, fangs rising in her delicate mouth. She felt like a wild animal, caught in a mad mating dance. He howled, arcing his muscular back as he roared, and he pumped the first thick shot of his seed directly in her womb. Spray-after-spray blasted her slippery walls, feminine squeals rising from Cerise, who continued to squirt on his soaked groin.

Her belly ballooned under the hyper-stallion's virile load. Goo dripped over and caked her hot pink asshole, clenching hard and pulling some of the cum mixed with her own feminine lubricant inside.

He'd bottomed out in her, her core swimming and sloshing in his splooge, her eggs adrift in a sea of dense spunk, burned with sheer lust all the way to her ovaries.

Barely able to take anymore, to stay conscious she instinctively bit his shoulder. He winced a little under the pain but was too caught up in euphoria like her to really care, the completion of their sexual frenzy the most fantastic thing he'd ever felt.

Pumping her full, her toes curled, and her legs shook, her wings at a full spread. She mashed her muzzle to his, met him in a passionate kiss, their orgasm dying down as he left himself driven against her innermost portion. Neither of them ever wanted to abandon this interlinked position. He rested on his palms, still mounting her, their sweaty chests rising and falling as they huffed.

“Na that’s sum quality wally wank material~” Moxxi snickered, rubbing her belly stuffed with cum.

“You're now locked in this state,” reminded Bellatrix. “The price of a hyper-stallion.”

He smiled from the side of his muzzle, soaked in perspiration. “Didn't expect to see you here! It's been a while.”

“Indeed. Whoever you mated with you would confine you to your current state.” The she-devil nodded at his muscular bulk, the size of his wingspan and junk, still snugly nestled in his lover. “A true hyper-stallion stud. Do you plan to let him inseminate you, princess?”

She shook her head. “At least, not yet! We have lots of wild fun ahead of us! Contraceptive potions are cheap, huh?”

“They are,” said Beatrix, who grinned and winked. “I'll brew you a fresh batch when I can! Good thing I have some on hand!”

Her eyes drifted to the sleeping twins, and Sunny nodded, confident they would physically be well, at least.

With the party finally reunited, she hoped that after they rested, her companions would be ready to finish this once-and-for-all.

*****

Shadow Scythe's skull ached. Her shattered horn burned and bled, dried blood caked on her face. Scraggly white hair hung around her face, black circles under her icy eyes.

Her lithe, naked figure heaved, and she spun in a circle, thrashing and shrieking in unrestrained fury, burning in shame at an estrus-like need those traitors invoked in her. She whirled about, hysterical.

Finally, the reaper slowed, wiping her face. She shuddered, her body still burning all over, wet and aching, marehood winking. “Ugh...how humiliating!” It was a reminder of her fleshy limitations, ones she needed to overcome on her ascent to perfection.

The alien babble sounded in her head. “You're at the end of your rope too, huh?” The entity disguised as a mansion was at death's door, and she rubbed the cracked stub of her broken horn, uncertain if she could adequately work her spells. “That bitch Belladonna. I suppose neither of us has any choice anymore.… Ugh, fine! I accept your offer,” she said and tilted back her head.

Gooey walls pulsed once the organic innards of the eldritch abomination shed its disguise. The reaper felt herself being pulled into the turgid flesh by tentacles that wrapped around her bare skin, viscous slime dripping over her lithe curves, wet and slippery.

She hissed between clenched teeth after the tendrils slipped beneath her supple skin, her brain overwhelmed by agony and ecstasy; like she was in heaven and hell all at once, as every last nerve in her was overstimulated.

She panted, squeezed out tears, was hit by explosive, multiple climaxes that made her knees buckle and euphoric moans escape, thankful the coils held her frame aloft.

For a moment, she wondered, was this a terrible mistake? Would her identity be swallowed up? No, her will was too strong!

Molded into the interior, her insides ran hot and cold, breaking into a fever and chill. Her heart hammered so fast she dreaded it would stop. A crimson trickle ran from a nostril, her veins visible all over her pale blue skin below a thin coat of fur.

Shadow Scythe and the entity gradually fused into one. They would multiply each other's power, the creature able to feed off her life force; and she in turn able to enhance her regenerative potential, the nub of her horn already starting to regrow.

Shaking under a fervent, religious ecstasy, she burst into maniacal laughter.

She could see through every embedded eye that wandered over the manor's walls. Shift the interiors. Smell the putrid stink of her enemies. To them, she would be a living nightmare, unable to run or hide from her.

But she was the self-proclaimed Goddess of Death! None would escape the final hunt!