Brenna gazed down at the sleeping form of Ariadne below her. The head cook of the palace looked peaceful in the stillness of the night, pretty even. The Elves truly were a beautiful race. That's why corrupting them was so much fun.
The young servant girl had snuck into Ariadne's room in the dead of night. Though the guards to the head servants' quarters were meant to keep out any unauthorized personnel, at this time of night they were laxer. Besides, with an innocent smile and a few honeyed words, they let her pass. Now she stood at the head chef's bedside, barefoot as to not wake her. It was less fun this way, but it would be much easier to have her asleep until it was too late.
Lifting her short dress up and over her shoulders, Brenna looked down to her nethers. She had been wet with excitement for this all day. She felt a now familiar sensation as something traveled down her body. A quiet moan escaped from her lips as the head of a grey slug slowly probed its way out of her pussy. She smirked, admiring its slick, slimy form. This is what she, or rather the thing controlling her, really looked like. The auburn hair and perky breasts of this Elven maid were just a particularly convincing disguise, and now 'Brenna' sought out the head chef for another.
"Wake up, chef." Brenna now said in an uncharacteristically commanding voice. "I have something for you to taste."
"Uhhh..." Ariadne stirred, looking up at the nude servant girl. "Brenna? Wha..." Her eyes trailed down to the space between Brenna's legs, now filled with the creature. She opened her mouth to scream, but that was all the chance Brenna needed. She grabbed the back of Ariadne's head and pushed it upon her pelvis. Ariadne's would-be scream was silenced by a grey slug thrust into her mouth. Brenna smiled at the pleasant turn of events. Her host body had many memories of being in Ariadne's position, made all the better by recently having to be put to work swabbing the floors of the kitchen on the orders of this stern cook. Permitting herself to enjoy the situation no longer, she willed the slug to leave her body. Ariadne choked on the creature quickly worming its way down her gullet, finally breaking free of Brenna's grip too late. The possessed servant girl sighed as she viewed the chef's throat distend as it traveled deeper into her body. Ariadne's choking turned into spasming, her eyelids fluttering as she began to lose control of her own mind. Then she grew still, and within moments it was all over.
Brenna sighed in disappointment as she wiped a trail of grey slime from Ariadne's lips. Of all her recent converts, this was the least entertaining. She had successfully converted most of her host's closest contacts. Juranon, her host's oldest friend, had received a slug when Brenna had lured him away to the wine cellar to discuss a recently learned secret, and Serra, a relatively new girl from a country estate who Brenna had been fucking on the side for months, had been shocked to discover something other than her lover's tongue sliding into her pussy during a midnight tryst. But the 'Archmage Lyanna' had tasked her with bringing in the head chef into their slowly growing cult in the least risky way possible. Her attention was brought back to the slowly awakening form of Ariadne, now feeling the points of her ears.
"How do you like your new form?" Brenna asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Ariadne smiled as she threw off her bedsheets, looking down at her own body. Though it was covered up by a nightgown, Ariadne's memories showed that it was certainly good looking. "Thank you, 'Brenna', for sharing this gift with me." She said in Ariadne's typical tone. "The Dark Lord is great."
"Perhaps you can thank me in a different way." The still naked Brenna said, climbing on top of Ariadne. "I deserve some sort of reward for this." She reached for the breasts of the chef, but Ariadne stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing, peasant?!" She demanded loudly. "If you make another move I'll have you scrubbing kitchen pots for the next week straight." Brenna froze, surprised.
Ariadne's look of hostility turned into a smirk. "It's pretty easy to imitate them, isn't it?" She girlishly giggled.
Brenna breathed a sigh of relief. "For a minute there, I thought you hadn't bonded with her after all." She then breathed a sigh of pleasure as the palace chef placed her mouth on the servant's tit and began greedily sucking.
"Thank you for having me, Archmage." Lea said. The captain of the Queen's Guard rarely left the side of Her Highness, but even she needed a night off once in a while. Nevertheless, she still wore her resplendent armor, the purest gleaming steel enchanted by the finest craftsmen in all the land, which made her somewhat poorly dressed for a dinner, which had just concluded. The only exposed part of her body was her head and its close-cropped hair. In comparison to the highly armored paladin, her host, the Archmage Lyanna, wore a rather minimalist dress that accentuated her curves exceptionally. That was somewhat typical for her, Lea thought. Even amongst the somewhat... promiscuous court of the Elves, it was known that the master of magical matters dressed less conservatively than most and enjoyed company just as much. Lea never really partook, though. Unlike most of the court, she tended to be more disciplined.
Lyanna smiled. "Anytime Lea, truly. I've been waiting to tell you about my travels. I had a most incredible experience."
"Oh?" Lea was puzzled. "I had thought you told the queen-"
