Posted on 2024-02-20 01:55:54
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"Akneth could not afford to be very selective in her choice of allies. Ever since the dark elf had dedicated herself to the Raven Queen, she had been shunned by the rest of her race, but she was still viewed as dangerous company by every other sane species in existence due to her origins (and, if she were honest with herself, for her tendency to worship the very personification of death).

Thus, Akneth had embarked on an adventure with a band of undesirables. The tiefling had clearly embraced her role as backstabber all too eagerly, and Akneth was not sure if she could be trusted not to quietly slit the party's throats while they slept. The elf was barely stable, following some vague, militant quest to defend "nature's bounty"--the party could hardly start a campfire without provoking her wrath. Although the githyanki seemed surprisingly altruistic and tolerant for her xenophobic kind, Akneth suspected that the girl's presence might pose a grave threat to the party--she was far too young to have earned the silver sword that she wielded, and its rightful owner would probably track her down sooner or later.

The one that Akneth never worried about, however, was the human. He was seldom without an evil, self-satisfied grin, which reminded her of her grandmother. His powers were easily explained as the result of a pact with infernal powers beyond mortal comprehension, the sort of bargain that she had once recommended to her bookish, younger brother. Everything about him signaled that he was the sort of devil that she had known, loved, and possibly even bedded, so she felt quite confident in her ability to anticipate his inevitable betrayal.

Consequently, when the human turned his magic on the rest of the party, no one was more surprised than her. With one sweep of his strange wand, their breasts swelled so quickly that they burst free from whatever clothing or armor had restrained them. As her bosom expanded to absurd proportions and foreign, salacious impulses began to flood her mind, Akneth realized that the human's power came not from the Abyss but from some being of pure sexual perversion, and that his leer was not so much sinister as it was lewd.

Akneth's last thought before the lustful urges overtook her was annoyance that the elf's appreciative squeals were turning her on so much ..."