Her ass burned with phantom pain, but Bliss could tell it was only the memory of it that she felt. It would soon pass. In fact, she enjoyed the reminder of her accomplishments in the dreamworld. She had gained real combat knowledge, and confirmed her confidence in her abilities to seduce and pleasure a male lover.
Her limbs also held a certain burning, a remembrance of the soreness of overworked muscles, but it too passed quickly; her real, physical self practically itched to put Durzai's knowledge to use. It felt like fire in her veins, violence in her blood, begging to be used. Soon. Soon her promise to Ailztirea would be kept.
Anger would fuel her strength, but she needed to be calculating at the moment. She needed to plan her next actions carefully.
To Penitent, it appeared that Bliss was entranced by something only she could see. She waited, and the half-demon girl eventually looked her way, appearing to notice her for the first time since she had awoken.
"Teach me the summoning ritual, mother, so I may teach Durzai."
Penitent began to speak aloud the incantations, then describing the circles and geometric symbols of the summoner's art, but Bliss plucked the knowledge from her mind before the words formed in her mouth. The sultry voice faded as Bliss soon indicated that speaking wasn't necessary. Eventually, she absorbed the knowledge, and the use of her mental powers finally began to take its toll and exhaust her. The summoning ritual did not immediately assimilate in her mind the way the natural lessons of killing had. She needed to rest.
Waking and sleeping blurred for Bliss as she met Durzai many more times in her dreams, giving him the knowledge that she had received from Penitent, and learning more of the deadly arts of drow combat.
And of course, she gave him every part of her body, except that which he wanted most.
Finally, she had teased him to his limit, draining his seed in every alternate way that he or she could think of, biding time while he covertly acquired the resources to summon her to the physical world.
He expressed his need to her, though he knew he couldn't yet bring her to his side.
"I can do something for you, I think," Bliss mused.
Gathering her mental abilities, Bliss sent her thoughts back to the waking world, her half-souled essence casting about blindly, listening for a certain whisper.
Only one other person knew her name, so she didn't worry that she might be connecting with the wrong succubus. Penitent's thoughts eventually drifted to her daughter, and Bliss heard the mental call. She pulled Penitent's mind into hers, then exerted her will to bring the demoness into the shared dream.
Durzai watched, uncomprehending, as Bliss shut her eyes, standing stock-still for a moment. Then, a pretty frown crossed her face, and he heard a sound like air being drawn into lungs. Looking down, he saw Bliss' abdomen swell, as if she were pregnant, and a new thrill washed over him at the image, followed by a chill of horror and guilt. Did he really want to impregnate his own daughter?
Then she was expelling smoke from her mouth and nose, an action somewhere between coughing and vomiting, accompanied by the shrinking of her ripe belly. The smoke formed the shape of a curvaceous woman, then solidified into a dark-haired, pinkish-pale beauty with bat-wings and a tail. A moment of confusion crossed the succubus' face, then she smiled, showing her sexy fangs. Her green eyes smoldered from a normal mortal shade to a glowing, supernatural light as her lust flared in response to the naked male drow in front of her.
"Durzai..."