This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons or events are strictly coincidental. This is also a work of expansion and transformation kink, if that is not to your liking, close this now. It is also sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor in your country.
Previously:
Demma stole the tome that imprisoned the Eldritch being known as Glarpotoph. She couldn't resist the promise of power. She was eager to embrace it and her energy seeped into the pages. At the same time, Glarpotoph, surprised by the relative innocence of her demands, began to reciprocate the bond. The two became one.
All that remains now are the covers and the binding. Demma plans to consume them as well to make her body into the sole receptacle of Glarpotoph's essence. Something so momentous requires a certain level of hedonism. However, it's a level that somehow remained beyond her grasp despite taking on nearly all of her sire's power.
So Demma seeks out Ashkvita, a friend of a friend and a Divine Studies major, who, supposedly, is god-like in bed. Perhaps she can teach a newly ascendant being a thing or two about divine pleasure.
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shkvita was absorbed in her work when she heard a knock. She looked up from the fragmented artifact she was examining to see who was stopping by the lab so late. It was Demma, the last scion of the Fillsmonts.
The late-joining freshman looked different somehow. More put together or something. Her dark, usually frazzled hair was both wavy and silky smooth. Her acne had cleared up and her complexion was a haunting but alluring pale. Her normally distant expression was focused and brighter. Her stance was less withdrawn; it didn't seem like she was unconsciously apologizing for the space she was occupying. The clothes she was wearing were also not her typical attire, but a well-tailored, dark-colored robe half open over shorts and a halter top.
It was such a stark contrast that Ashkvita was suddenly conscious of her own dust-covered overalls and simple tube top, not to mention all the flyaways in her pulled-back hair. She puffed at once such silver-blonde lock that was hanging in her face.
"Hey, sorry about the late visit," Demma said, entering the room. Even her voice was different. Alluring and commanding at once. "But I'm stumped on this artifact... thing. Can you help me with it?"
"Yeah. I mean, if I can." Ashkvita pushed her stool back from the bench and spun around to face Demma. "So, what've you got?"
With a quick grin, Demma hurried over. In her hands was something cylindrical made of leather and some sort of metal. Steel maybe? Iron? Or perhaps something more exotic... What if it was a metal she'd never seen before? Ashkvita felt a certain amount of excitement building in her chest.
Demma offered her the artifact and she pulled on gloves before taking it. While Demma seemed unharmed by it, there was no shame in being cautious. The moment it came to rest in her hands, Ashkvita knew there was power in this thing. More power than she expected -- especially considering who it was coming from.
"Where did you say you found this?"
"I think it was something in the attic back home," Demma said, putting a finger to her bottom lip. Ashkvita did a double take. Had Demma's lips been so kissable-looking before now? Had she always had those piercings? Try as she might, however, Ashkvita couldn't recall. Demma had always seemed so unremarkable that she never paid the young scion any mind. Perhaps she should have. The silver rings were a great offset for the black lipstick.
She began to turn the artifact over in her hand, but couldn't really tell from the surface what great power was contained within. Still, it felt like there was something... satisfying about the movement. The more she twisted it at the bottom to make it glide around in her grasp, the better it felt to do it.
"What..." She wrenched her eyes away from watching the ever-smoother surface rolling past her thumb. How long had she been doing that? Five minutes? "What did you want me to figure out about this?"
"Oh, whatever comes to mind," Demma said, moving to look over Ashkvita's shoulder. "I just want to know how you'd use it."
Teal diamonds began to appear around Ashkvita's wrists as she drew upon her identification magic. A spell of her own creation. In her hands, lines in the artifact began to glow with the same light. Demma's breasts pushed into her back as she stepped even closer.
"Oh, wow," she said with awe in her voice. "That's so cool."
Meanwhile, Ashkvita started to feel hot. No, not hot, turned on. Something about the moment was stirring her darker, more base nature. The sliver of heritage that gave her a great aptitude to do magic was reacting. Normally, it had to be New Moon for this sort of thing to happen, but that wasn't for another week. What was going on all of a sudden?
She felt Demma's breath on her neck. "You know... I've always liked you, Kvita."
Ashkvita felt the world jump as if someone had accelerated too fast. When things slowed down, she was stripped to the waist and Demma's hands were hot on her body. She had her arms up and back, hooked behind Demma's neck.
Wait, had Demma always been tall enough for that? Even as she asked the question, she realized the answer was irrelevant. Other questions she had sort of faded into the background. This was the woman she was with right now and she was going to enjoy it.
"Yes, just like that," she instructed as Demma rolled her nipples between her fingers. "That's how I do it."
Demma, also topless, was pressed as close to her as possible. She smelled of citrus and raw magic--as if it were pouring out of her. Between that and the sensation of skin-to-skin contact, Ashkvita's hunger was awakening in earnest. Demma wanted to learn the art of sex and she was about to get a crash course. Hopefully, she could keep up with the monster she was drawing out.
The artifact was floating before them, suspended by Ashkvita's spell. It looked like some sort of bullet now with the most breathtaking etching she had ever seen. The way the lines swept around the curve was so precise as to defy rational expectation. Not only that, it seemed like they were shifting and moving like waves in quicksilver.
She reached out to touch it.
