Banished Legacy [Rich & Eteru]

This time there was no strangeness that Rama would detect if she wasn’t currently focusing on the presence of that voice. Nothing but the distant sounds of death filling the large space. The soil becomes drench in new blood. More corpses joining with the dead. Other screams could be heard from those following Yuta. Who would find the maintenance airlock sealed shut. No doubt the ship systems overridden it to ensure everything was trapped in the ship. But a second later it opened if Yuta was exerting weight to open it. Resulting in him falling through and the door snapping shut behind him. Leaving everyone else to their most certain doom.

Away from the show an obscured figure appeared in the altar room. The sensors kept on missing her as she knelt down to collect blood samples before going around to scan things of note for later study. It’s unclear why this figure would be interested in this, perhaps some sort of bile fascination or some other ulterior purpose. Whatever it may be, the figure vanishes momentarily.

Yuta was surprised to fall forward, having the large and cumbersome metal doors suddenly snap shut behind him, blocking him off from his fellow Eliksni as he could only hear their screams of terror grow louder and louder, growing more fearful and frantic as the intensity of weapons fire was muffled past the ancient metal door. "H-HOLD ON, I'LL GET THE DOORS-"

[YUTA WHERE ARE YOU?!]

The voice of the Baroness he was accompanying rang in his ear. Grabbing his attention before he can only hear the sound of metal fists squelching against meat on the other sides of the doors. The sounds of screaming far from him now... Gritting his teeth under his rebreather he stands and starts to make haste for the exit. "I'm retreating back to the camp! I'm cut off from all of our teams inside the ship but I have the arte-"

[WHO CARES ABOUT THAT STUPID THING! WHAT ABOUT MY MEN?!]

"The doors sealed themselves behind me when I was trying to get us an escape out. I'm sorry Baroness, I couldn't do anything more in my position." Yuta says as he keeps running through the halls, watching as internal defences in his way seemingly break in his wake of retreating, for now not really wondering too much about it. Thinking it was dumb luck.. The events that transpired here will be harder to cover up now with this much bloodshed... But it will have to be done.

[YOU- You! Dammit! Fine Yuta, get your hide back here. We're retreating back to the fleet!]

A mass retreat was sounded to those who could retreat, the distant Ketch fired all of her weapons into the decrepit hull of Rama's ship. Aiming at weapons so that they could get what transports they could back into the ship while many more were shot down... Casualties in the high hundreds before the Baroness and Yuta are safely aboard... And having to limb away with only 50 crewman to man a ship that holds 700, as quickly as the engines would allow. Damning the few left on the asteroid to grizzly fate, unless someone saves a select few.

Rama was now alone again, amidst her blood soaked fields of corpses. Seeing through the ships sensors that the alien vessel is away, sighing happily as she knows her task had been successfully fulfilled. While euphoria would envelope her now, her solitude will creep into her once more... A doomed VI with nowhere to go for the time being.

Rama was indeed alone. For even the mysterious something doesn’t seem to be around. The air is still. Blood drying on the floor. The defenses returning to their post. The enigmatic figure that took part in escalating this massacre was elsewhere on the ship for reasons unknown. Her purpose had already been done. There was no real objective for this being to be here for the moment. Yet that doesn’t mean she can’t linger and keep an eye on the show. There’s always something new to learn.

Rama, very much alone in her Eden, moved from her private perch down to the open field by the ship-long canal where the bodies of the worthless fallen were being placed into piles by the vessels maintenance golems with some starting to set up runes encircling the piles…

Rama stood tall, turning her nose up to the fallen intruders with disdain in her gaze. How dare they try to steal from her, trick her when she was more than gracious in not simply exterminating the wretched lot of them when they broke into her home in the first place.. Well at least now they will serve a much greater purpose. Repairing this vessel.

She thought to herself as she stepped out, moving away from the bloodied fields of flowers to greener surroundings closer to the bridge, hearing all around her now only the wary songs of worried birds and critters that were caught indirectly in the rapturous activity that wrung out ship wide not moments ago. She did feel sorry for them, they were innocent in this and had to feel her wrath. “They will recover… In time. Once it all starts to settle down again.”

Her short jaunts through the fields and making portals around to check for bodies left behind by the not so competent golems,  leads her over the lush and untouched fields, now placing her in the upper atrium where the high ranking officers lived, now standing on a large central island suspended high above the canal below. The island itself was in itself a more condensed Eden, a lovely groove with a pristine lake in the centre with blossom trees encircling the outskirts, the only opening being the paths out to the other catwalks to the crew quarters and officers dwelling. Rama now stands at the crystal clear edge of the lake, looking into it silently as she starts to ponder if it was time to make some more changes to her piece of Eden.

As soon as that thought formed, it was caught in her throat as the sounds of shattered glass rang out ship wide, with the overwhelming presence of her creator's master washing over her quivering form.

Across most of the ship, the barrier between two locations was bridged for a time. The sounds of shattering glass as the walls of reality shatter like glass, learning shatterpoints that Bio-soldiers bearing arms walk through to secure hallways, maintenance corridors and entryways in and out of the ship… Leaving several places untouched by their presence. Most notably, seemingly done deliberately, was a lack of forces around where the mysterious visitor was now watching from.

One such shatterpoint opened up behind Rama, the surprise of it making her turn around to gaze upon a single immense Azure eye that glared at her from the distance. In that single gaze, the overriding compulsion to take the knee manifests in action. Without question, without resistance, Rama eagerly took to her knees and prostrated herself before her god. Something that Hydra beyond the breach noted with a satisfied murmur.

R a m a…

It’s abyssal voice washed over her beyond the shatterpoint, making her slightly arch her back with her breath catching in her throat. Eyes fixated on the grass beneath her before the shadow of someone new passes through the shatterpoint. Only able to hear the steps starts to encircle her.

“Raise your head.” A softer voice remarks, still carrying the familiar tone and authority of the Abyssal One beyond the breach. Rama raises her head to have her eyes meet with a human male, her heart almost dropping as she wonders if she had slighted him in some way, his features were quite unremarkable besides the out of place Golden eyes and Jet black hair with inflections of moving white stars, he wore a black suit with a red tie, holding himself high as he stands before her for a moment. Looking deep into the Construct, evaluating her before he continued to encircle her.

“You are quite alright. Worry not… You have followed my orders. Most impressive for a virtual intelligence as old as yourself.” The Proxy remarks, his golden eyes fixated on her figure as he paces around her… Even going as far as to walk upon the water of the lake she was standing at the edge of just so he could continue encircling her, practically able to feel that Rama was elated to hear that she had pleased her master’s God.

“This ship has seen better days, I am impressed that you kept this much working and preserved. Though you have seemed to have lost all of the artefacts and art pieces left to you.” He remarks as his gaze drifts to the distant workings of his Bio-soldiers, helping in the arcane ritual to transform the corpses of the fallen worthless into worker drones that will get this ship back into working order… Rama was about to object and defend herself before the Proxy cut her off. “Yes yes I am aware, ‘the work of the mortals’... Truthfully it does not matter. The only item of value is on the way to its intended recipient.”

The Proxy continues to remark on her loyalty, watching the construct’s genuinely pleased reactions. It’s most likely that whoever took the artefacts may not be the same as the presence who pushed her into massacring those Eliksni worms… Unless the massacre was a cover… Erox would ponder this some more but he took into consideration the fact that the intruder did not outright try to wipe them out from the start and take the artefacts after… There was still alot he did not know about this situation but he was at least sure that the two incidents of the artefact disappearing, the construct’s alterations and the massacre were done by two separate beings. Though it appeared that only one was still lingering somewhere. I do not desire a confrontation here. Not so close to the Nebula… Not yet. It's just as well that I left enough room for them to move around without running into my troops… If they wish to snoop then so be it. They seem to be leaving the VI’s mind alone now that I interfered.

A slight sigh of relief came from the Proxy. More at ease, but still wary of the situation. At least for the moment they were free of interruptions. “Now Rama… I believe a reward is in order…” The Proxy remarks light-heartedly as he started to wonder what he could do to reward her. Finding his eyes falling upon her again, starting to take in the details of the curious transformation done on the construct.

If memory serves… Her creators were Vulpine Humanoids that were one of the races that the Athailian’s tried to save from extinction, this form is far from that. It was likely that the being who made off with the artefacts made these changes. A shame… Though… Beyond the shatterpoint, the azure eye of the Cosmic Hydra’s gaze softened as he looked upon Rama’s rather well proportioned form, clearly the one who manipulated her new body had their own ideas of what they wanted of her. They have good taste. I’m rather fortunate that they seem to have left them behind.

The Proxy smiles as he lightly placed a hand on her shoulder, eliciting a soft gasp of surprise from her, slowly he moved his hand across her back. “Please. Stand.” With a slight tingle down her back, the feeling of having this godly being show more than just basic interest in her started to bubble up like butterflies in her metaphorical stomach… Ideas usually alien to her started to fill her mind as she stands without issue. A heavy blush that turned her blue cheeks a darker purple sweeping over her cheeks as, in her eagerness to follow orders, her now heavy assets jiggle well within sight of the shatterpoint and for the Proxy to gain a side view of considerable in the front and back. Getting the Hydra’s undivided attention for the rather hypnotic ripples of the simulated flesh.

I don’t care if the person who did this may likely be an enemy to me, I want to shake that person's hand for their wonderful attention to detail. The soft and polite smile proxy becomes more crooked, feeling a building desire that he does not often get to indulge. The proxy’s hand lifts, leaving but a finger as it slowly slides over her simulated shoulder and then over her collarbone, now standing in front of her, not even hiding his appraisal of her naked visage. To think he was too concerned with the possibility of betrayal to even get a better look of her…

Feeling his gaze upon her, feeling his finger lightly pressing into her collarbone with the slightest budge downwards that had her feeling like her heart was caught in his throat, a slight gasp following as she grew more and more self conscious of her appearance, starting to practically tremble in an ambivalent joyous nervousness as her judgement and coordinated reasoning is shrouded in the alien ideas of pleasure fill every available space.. To feel his hands caress and grasp at her, exploring her new form to their limits.

Seeing these desires fill her mind, feeling the heat start to rise from her form and to finally see that the VI was actually getting hot and bothered with his mere proximity to her being rewarded with a certain something down her thighs as she presses them together started to loosen the wary cogs of the Godly Hydra.

This mortal vice was one he was certainly surprised to see being exhibited in a mere construct. His curiosity and bubbling desires put a stop to a sensible solution to granting her a wish… The finger resting against her collarbone sweeps up, curling under her chin while he leans in, making Rama shiver and willingly lean into the curled finger. “Interest ideas for a reward you have there. But this is doable.” Rama’s face turned a deeper shade of purple with hearing this, embarrassment welling up but also some excitement. Her mind filled with the burning question. ‘What is he going to do to me?’  

Erox had a very clear idea of what he wanted to do, one that she will soon discover as several tears in space appear in the air around the pair of them, through them slowly slithered out tendrils with a pure black shine with white star-like speckles that freely moved across them. “I shall reward you with a true experience of pleasure that will eclipse these implanted ideas… Feel privileged my dear Construct, for I shall deliver your reward personally~” He says in a hushed, almost cooing tone as he slowly brings his finger away. The Proxy stepping back and to the side to show the single, half lidded Azure eye of the Hydra beyond the breach, willing the tensile and writhing tendrils of shifting sizes and shapes as they take on varying phallic likenesses while they loom all around her.

Rama’s eyes become wide as they look up and around to the looming tendrils all around her, encroaching on her personal space already as they shift and change to more manageable sizes. If her face could get any darker, it would, as she starts to bite her lip and tuck her arms close to her chest, squishing her assets against her chest while the tentative tendrils start to slowly stroke over her body. How could she refuse such a reward? Who was she to refuse the God of her creators in a matter she had found her new body was craving beyond her reason to rationally fathom. A small smile started to curl across her trembling lips as she spoke up. An excited tremble in her voice “I am not worthy, but I would be honoured to receive this reward my lord.”

The Proxy’s smile widens as the multitude of suspended appendages whirl into action, four wrapping around her limbs, with additional ones being used to help suspend her up without injury, caressing the blue flesh while more move into place. The Construct’s body was quickly overwhelmed with probing lengths, excited gasps and surprised moans quickly silenced with every available hole was probed, tested and then eagerly filled with the loud satisfied purr of the Hydra beyond the breach. Even sparing three more tendrils, two to wrap around her large assets with a third surging between the soft valley of simulated pillows to enjoy them to his fullest. Sparing no inch of her as more specialised appendages appear, ones that could suckle on the hardening nubs on her teets, others to test the jiggle of her rear, and another to lightly wrap around her neck and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

He was making sure he fully makes use of her body while he watches his handiwork, feeling the pressure of her simulated insides and assets. Watching the writhing form of Rama thoroughly enjoying her reward, hearing the incoherent cries of her muffled moans through the tendril filling her throat, it was all more of a fascination with him. Her body could not truly satisfy him, but he would still give her that illusion for how well she was doing. Her reactions were all very lifelike, the person who did this to her was very thorough. He felt like he needed to thank them more for that.

The Proxy soon started to saunter away, letting the main body enjoy himself while the semi-separated consciousness started to peer around. His inner monologue was overshadowed by the pleasured wails of the overwhelmed Construct close by. Now then… While the other me has his fun there. I wonder if the other one is still nearby…[/b]

The mysterious stranger has already left the great vessel. Beside the now burning corpses there is in fact still one other visitor aboard in another section of the ship. Who through sheer luck managed to not get hammered by the active security measures that suddenly came online and brought down hell to everyone within.

The individual was a human, whose name was Ismael Gwenhael. And he was regretting his decision to come here. For one this was way out of his depth. Traversing unexplored space and going inside a never before seen ship is not what he would call one of his brightest moments. Unfortunately his hand was forced. He needed to do “off the book community service” ever since his issue was found by a few powerful people back during the Civil War.

It was the fact that he had tried to do as much good as he could with his condition and always strove for equivalent exchange that he wasn’t in a ditch somewhere with a bullet in the skull. They don’t like him naturally and he doesn’t put it against them. In their eyes he was just a useful asset that can be disposed of if he proves too problematic.

After the war he was left with a few classified jobs for him to commit to when he could or when they feel it’s something he should prioritize first. Looking back he was a bit surprised that he left as he did. He never expected them to let him go back to fade into obscurity. Why wouldn’t anyone keep tabs on someone with his condition mingling back into society. He knew he definitely would. There are too many days to count where he found that he couldn’t even trust himself. But he just needs to keep faith. And not let it consume him whole.

This was a low-priority job that for some reason felt it was a grand idea to undertake to get it over and done with. The gist of it was putting in hours for Aztecha. This can involve writing research papers, basic exploration, and if feeling daring. Look for forgotten buildings and ships to mark it down for future Aztecha archaeologists to possibly look at. The ones who discovered his chip on his shoulder were the Jackals. So it made sense that he would be put into work for Aztecha to be a productive citizen.

Creaking open the door of the janitor closet to look down the hallway. Labeling this as very hazardous was the first thing he’ll put on his report. That is of course he can get out of here in one piece. He was okay in surviving in harsh places, had to in his childhood. But derelict neighborhoods had nothing on a ship full of bio-soldiers and other nasty surprises.

Hell, he heard and saw reality being smashed nearby. That’s just not fair man. Closing the door he opted to wait for a little while before going out there. Hoping that the triggered defense mechanisms would die down enough for him to move around with not much trouble.

He was thankful that the things somehow had biological parts to it. With his package he could sense where they are relative to him. His general position was finally empty and something inside him was compelled to move. So he opened the door and cautiously made his way through the hallways.

An invisible hand seems to have been at play. Because he found himself out in the section of the ship with plentiful greenery. If anything he will take it. The trees provide good enough cover. Unless there were sensors with heat detection then he just screwed regardless. At the very least, it was better than potentially dying in some random janitor closet.

A thought he’ll backpedal on when he found himself behind several trees and seeing something go down from where he was at. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from hissing in annoyance at that stirring inside his body. There's a hum in the back of his skull, pins and needles in his thoughts. A cold, empty hunger that slithers through his veins as it stares out from between the stars.

This always happens when he goes too long without satisfying that part of him. It rears it ugly head when he sees certain stuff. Such as a nude, digital woman bowing in obedience to someone far beyond his comprehension. Her expression is that of someone who knows her place.

It was years of therapy for self-control that he managed to prevent himself from going out to the lake. Leaning against the tree he kept low and listened to the conversation. Since he was here he might as well learn as much he can. It would have been easier if his gut wasn’t burning.

And it would have been also easier if that thing wasn’t a massive pervert. Not that he was in any place to complain. Leaning harder against the tree he clamp down on his emotions. Trying to not look at how her holes were all being used thoroughly. Her ecstatic noises fan the darkness inside of him. He wanted nothing more than to go out there and join the fun. Unbeknownst to the sinful human in an unfortunate situation. His esoteric energies would surely get the attention of someone like the being that was making full use of the construct.

There was a disturbance as the Proxy of the great beast would peer around in his boredom. The discovery that something else amongst the numerous incursions into this vessel that wasn't here very long... Hmm? When did a human get in here...?

The life of one human wasn't something that the Abyssal Monarch would care to deal with, it would be easier just to leave it to his patrols to deal with... Though none notice them... And the human keeps encroaching in this direction. Seemingly stumbling in the dark but still coming right this way...

Is this human coming this way willingly? Doesn't seem like it.. Ah best to leave the bug. Humans are of no concern, they're shall and frail creatures not worth the grey matter in observing them.

The godlike being would leave it at that and go back to accessing the ships systems by directly using his 'connection' with Rama, or at least he would try to. Now the human was right there... Just hugging a tree and likely praying that he wasn't noticed... Aaah ignorance is bliss as the unworthy say. Though... The proxy and most certainly the genuine article beyond the tear in space have their eyes draw to the rising flux of strange energies rising off of the human...

The real deal even releases Rama from his less than tender reward, leaving the VI a babbling mess of verbal error codes and quivering muscles all across her body as she curls against the ground to be left slowly recovering as the ground beneath her was sullied with the mixed juices of her reward. The Proxy would point towards the tree, right to the human as he speaks up from afar, the distance meaning nothing as the human male could hear Erox right in his ear. "Afternoon human. If you are human that is... Explain your being here. You aren't one of the factors I foresaw being here."

An inhuman voice whispers in his skull. Raking its foul tongue against the inside of his cerebrum. Oh brother mine, can you not taste his sins? The darkness in him smiled with glee. The wickedness in the being’s soul made its nonexistent maw water. Ismael grimace. Darkness twitch at the corners of his eyes.

His darkness spoke to him. Excitement evident in its crooked voice. Such pride, such sin in his heart. Can you not hear it oh brother mine? The wail of billions crying out from the depth of his black heart? Ismael mentally cursed that he had to come across someone so vile. His curse rises in power relative to the sin of others and the darkness in their heart.

That side of him was right. He can practically smell the copper scent of blood off of that powerful soul. Whoever that thing was. It did a lot of terrible things. From the back of his mind he felt a push. The ingrained order that his handler gave him. That if he were to come across a Eskali that is likely to carry a significant threat to Iammelon and all her people. Then he must do any means necessary to deal with the threat.

Hearing his voice crack open that black star. A godless power bloomed forth. Crude markings quiver and twitch beneath his protective suit. Bursting through the tree was a wicked branch that pulled in all light. As if the great void was drinking in the essence of creation. Like a serpent it weaved through the air at insane speed. When it slammed into the Proxy it did the unthinkable. It kept going.

The alien power rapidly surged through the Proxy. Spreading around the Dark Monarch vert being as if it were a rapidly growing black tree. In an instant Erox would find himself caged by the esoteric darkness. A great chill seeping into his flesh. Then the next unthinkable thing happened. He was pulled.

The cracks in the air spread rapidly as a great weight was forced through the walls of reality. In a sickening crash of space, something large and black came falling into the lake. Forcing hundreds of gallons of displaced water to surge outward. The cold water would surely sober Rama up very quickly.

Once Rama gets a hold of her senses after being water shocked. She would see two things. Near the lake someone stepped out of the trees. The clothing that it had on his upper was gone. Revealing the dark markings across his body that spread like branches, and two overly large arms that seems to be made out of some esoteric darkness. He had short white hair and deep, black eyes.

Over at the setting lake. Erox would notice something was quickly off. Firstly his body didn’t feel the same. And when he would break through the surface. The answer would quickly become obvious to him. Or shall we say, she. Beside the flip the gender the darkness that came from Ismael seem to have stepped away most of his power. But he was still fearsome regardless. One thing was certain for Rama on the sidelines. She was about to see a fight for the ages.

The strange alien energies that were quickly rising off of the human's spirit began to annoy the Dark Monarch, was this human seriously boasting? But this power... Why is it still climbing?! In the fractions of seconds from the opening moments their eyes met Erox was in for quite the surprise. The Proxy, hopelessly outmatched seeing as it was just some basic worker he was inhabiting. Now entirely engulfed in the strange midnight energies that was engulfing it...

But then it was something else. Some far stranger. The energies invaded his very domain beyond the breach, in the immediate moment of its invasions he tried to push the invading energies with raw power but his lack of understanding this strange power led to the unthinkable. He found himself ensnared...

In the moments following, as the boundaries between his domain and their world fell in as it brought the Godlike hydra crashing into this reality and into the lake below, the resulting water displacement definitely woke up the amongst hundreds of gallons of rushing water, but once it settled down she looked up to see another interloper on her ship and... W-What?! She couldn't believe her eyes, her creators God was here... In an... Altered form?

"Genderbent twice in the same galaxy... You Hoshizoran's are starting to royally piss me off." Rumbled the effeminate voice of Erox, her new condition not a surprised to her since she could natural perform feats of shapeshifting, but being forced to assume such... Voluptuous shapes with it being of her own design was annoying. She wasn't a fan for thing being brought out of her hands... Now her eyes feel upon the humans altered body, seeing the umbral traces of cursed power surging across his body. She now knew more of what she was up against. A curse of some sort fuelling this man dependant on.... Something. Her own power roiled over her toned form, only serving to further make out this new form she was forcibly endowed with. And endowed was certainly the word for it as each step she took rippled rich flesh. "You're quite the cheeky little cursed being, forcing me to take this shape. Thinking it will embarrass me? Trip me up? I am master of all mortal forms, a change in my own shape will not hinder me fool."

”Such pride.” Ismael's voice was baritone. Close to someone speaking through a hollow brass tube. ”Licking your chops as if you stand at the top of the food chain. To see you fall will be delicious.” His dark power swirls within him. Grinning to the now female Erox. Who would quickly find that trying to change shape is difficult. ”To think that is all that we are capable of? That all we did is distort your flesh? No, you are blind to how much we have already marked you. Let us give you a taste.” The water around him exploded in spray as Ismael flew through the air. Giving a sharp jab to Erox’s stomach with his large fist. The strength behind it would have made Erox feel that.

But something odd happens when his flesh slams against the surface of Erox’s stomach. The nerves in her rippling flesh would not cry out in pain. But in intense pleasure. Erox would feel like the white stars in her abyssal hide are going supernova from that explosion of stimulation. The impact would trigger the second effect. Within Erox’s body is the lingering residue of the curse. Reacting to the darkness within her soul. For as long this battle will go on it will spread like a poison in her system. Dripping through the barriers of her mind to infect it from the inside.

"Of course I am at the top of the food chain, I have conquered whole swaths of worlds, whole galactic arms bow to my banner. That pride is my proof of my status at the top." The towering bounty of prime perfect flesh and pride just raised a scaled eyebrow with a grin soaring across her maw while their conflicting powers rippled the very air around them, she crosses her arms under her chest, proudly puffing it out in a shameless display.

At that moment in time Erox thought that her rare ability would be enough to remove this corruption and send it right back to the source... If she had the time to use it before the fight began then perhaps it would have went a different way. But now? Fate was running in a course unfathomable to them.

The distortions of her flesh became an immediate annoyance before he even opened his mouth to gloat. She looked really pissed off that he sounded so proud of himself too. The sudden rush forward got her only because she thought that it would mean nothing to someone like her, but to the blow was a bad idea, one she realised instantly.

The confliction within her body as the curse warps the impulses within her became a conscious concern, where a throbbing pain should be in her stomach, a scream in her voice, only a sensual moan replaced it as a different kind of throbbing happened in a place lower than her stomach, eyes opened wide as she could feel the dulling sensations of foreign magics in her skull, lowering inhibitions and starting to drown her thighs in more than just water after that blow.

N-NO!

Surprise mixed with rage,  focussed with realisation as she threw her entire body into countering this punch. With brutal strength she forced her open palm strike up into his chin to force his head reeling back, aiming to throw him off balance before she coated her leg in a strengthening spell and bring her knee crashing into his crotch.  "I WILL NOT BE BELITTLED BY AN ANT! KNOW YOUR PLACE!!" Her l free hand open palm striking him in the collarbone to knock him away from her. Eager for distance.

Her passion exploded quickly with that scare of her emotional state being forcibly towed with to feel intense pleasure when she had no hand in it. This theme of a lack of control resorting in explosive responses seemed to harken to something deeper no doubt.

Lust doesn’t necessarily center on solely sexual pleasure. That is merely a common stereotype. Rather it's a simple desire to take. When Erox struck at him with kinetic fury and magical might. The markings that spread across his skin in the visage of an illness. Soaked in it with the fervor of a man dying of thirst. His grin spread wider when he caught the faintest whiff of a weakness. ”I smell something sweet in you little snake.”  The blows while cushioned was enough to skid a feet or two.

While distance was made. The motion of using her leg to hit sent ripples up through her thighs that were specifically heightened to a surreal degree. The sight of Erox being influenced by his curse gave him endless pleasure. To see such a delectable form shiver with pleasure made him more hungry. An idea popped into his mind and he grinned even further. “You speak of being at the top of the chain, yes? Then surely you understand what true survival means, no?”

Through the curse in her body he spread his influence further. Digging down to Erox’s most primitive survival instincts. Instinct that he knows must be super strong. How perfect the beast within Ismael cackles before sinking it fangs into Erox’s most primal part of her being. “Strength is not survival. It’s useful, yes. But that alone doesn’t ensure the survival of a race.” Erox would begin to feel her body burn with a deep, hot fire. Certain parts of her body would start to tense up with need.

“Let me give you a lesson, little snake. In order for any species to survive. It must always have a mate to be bred. To raise it haunches so that the other can sow its seed within her womb so that she may give birth to the next generation. Ensuring the continuation of any race. Is that not survival in its truest definition?” Ismael words would have a heavy effect on Erox’s psyche. In a snap of his arm two whips of darkness formed. Whipping around Erox ankles before pulling her sharpy to make her fall on her back.

The display of dominance would fan the effects the curse was doing to her. As she laid there in the mud a intense, heavy desire would roll over here. All her senses crave this man to come and take her. Was that not the survival she has been seeking ever since she was a minnow? Is not being bred the entire reason she made all those tests? The man stepped closer. His shadow looming over her. The thoughts that were speaking to her was replaced with his voice.  ”Why else would you go far in conquering all those worlds? In trying to find the most strongest being in all of creation. It’s so simple.”

His shadow encased hands reach down. Fingers sunk into the fertile mounds that weigh heavily on Erox’s chest. Her chest was a thousand more sensitive than her thighs. The slightest squeeze lit her body alight in pleasure. One word would begin to repeat in her head in a mantra. “You wanted to be bred, Didn’t you?”

The sudden sensations of feedback rushing through her body, infecting aspect of her mind and wriggling its way into her heart, this insidious curse was annoying. The fact she could feel insane amounts of pleasure rippling through her muscles from just her own strikes on him nevermind the blow he dealt on her...

Her mind was quickly being overran with the non-stop waves of pleasure. It was getting to the point where her legs nearly buckled as she set her foot down to try and fortify her defensive posture, her refined reflexes and stone like defences turning to melted butter with her eyes almost rolling back into her head before catching herself...

Every part of her was twitching and she didn't like it, despite her body indicating the complete opposite, her mind was getting hazy... But something he said pissed her off. "O-of course I know what survival means!" Raising her passionate anger only seemed to send more ripples of ravenous pleasure that probed a sigh steeped in a warmth that was more than stirring inside of her now.

He was a madman, a cheater and interloper who was using anything but strength to win... A coward.. But the words he spoke about view on her greatest power, survival, it was all wrong. Why was she still listening? Why was he letting him speak like this? Why was she listening so intently?

Why do I feel so hot...?

Her mind was being assaulted on all fronts, with this idiots yammering and her own body won't listen, she can't even morph her body to try and counter this foul trickery. But hearing him talk about this aspect of survival tugged at some primal part of her, the throbbing in her stomach only growing greater as her breathes started to become laboured.

Once he trips her after she was fully distracted by his words and the effects of his curse now fully coursing through her hopeless form there was little she could do to stop it now. Defeat came the moment she failed to kill him the moment Erox laid eyes on the human.

The fall onto her back was not a graceful one, the air filling with a shriek of surprise along with a wet thud of her back smacking into the mud below her as she notices her legs can't stop shaking, she has little to no strength in her arms, she just feels hot everywhere, now... Now she was powerless as he looms over her, her mind naught but mush and drowning thoughts as his words only made more and more sense...

Why did I take over all those planets... Feeling so disappointed for so long....

She looked up at him as he loomed over, a surprised gasp parted her clenches maw with ease as she felt the rapturous feeling if fingers sinking into supple scales and flesh of the hefty mounds that adorned her chest, the sensation only making the fire that consumes her all the brighter she hears the last bit of her will being buried under this assault. Hearing such an unfair question, hearing the truth of it and feeling it in her bones, a slight smile parted the gasping expression across her face as her hazed eyes became glued to his. How else could she reply?

"Y e s..."

Erox’s submission gave Ismael great pleasure. More so in the form of vindictive satisfaction on Ismael’s human side. By no means would he ever justify his actions as something she deserved. He was very aware he was fighting fire with fire. Yet it feels so good to bring someone so arrogant down on her back. She had brought oh so much pain to countless lives. God, so much suffering was wrought by her hands. The darkness within him urged that they should be crueler. To ruin her mind to the point of no return. Why show compassion to a monster? Miraculously he found it deep down to resist that sick impulse. There are better ways to make someone repay for their sins.

He looked down at her and for the first time realized just how attractive she was. Ismael was a pure Iammelon through and through. His curse is irrelevant in him becoming xenophilic for non-humans. “You’re so gorgeous. Look at how perfect your body is.” His true voice broke through. The darkness was satisfied with its fuel. So it became amiable in letting his other half have his fun. “Your whole form is amazing. The peak of true evolution.” He sang his praises as he roamed his hands all over her curvaceous body.

He brushes his hand up Erox’s serpentine neck. Brushing a thumb over her lips before leaning in to kiss her deep and passionately. All the while his other hand provides ministrations on her full breast. Massaging it lovingly. Out of the corner of his eyes he finally remembered the presence of the other woman in his proximity. “Pay close attention, beautiful.” He addressed both of them. Leaning back he grips Erox’s legs and pushes them back. “Watch how natural her body contorts into this shape. How easily her ankles can reach her head. This is what they call a mating press. The finest position to ensure that fertile beauties like her is thoroughly stuffed to the brim with a mate’s essence.”

True to his words. Erox would feel as if this was the most natural position to be in. This attractive body was made to feel a mate’s heat in her core. Giving one last passionate look in her eyes finally broke his composure. The sound of the forest quickly filled with the sound of wet flesh slapping each other. Then overpowered by the assuredly loud sounds of a mate being utterly bred with primal fervor.

This just wasn’t a normal display of primitive mating. No, Ismael wants to ensure that Erox’s new outlook on her life sticks permanently. Like before his contact with her wet and hot scaly flesh spilled a current of pleasurable fire down her nerves. His essence was now interlacing with her body on a micro scale He had elevated the magnitude of the dopamine in the brain. Increased the sensitivity of her nerves tenfold more.

Any semblance of coherent thought she may have had would evaporate when he kept rutting her, His lips locked onto hers in a heated make out session. It would be impossible for her brain to find fitting words to describe the ecstasy that was filling her. Ismael was making her feel these intense emotions that no mortal being could ever reach. Not even the mightiest biomancers can reach the level of pleasure that Ismael was taking her to. This moment was simply transcendent.

Moreo when he began to play with her mind ability to comprehend time. Causing her to feel that this insane storm of passion and ecstasy felt timeless. Making it feel what would be a few minutes of intense pounding be much longer on her end. Breaking the kiss he grace her quivering body with sweet kisses and love bites thrown in there. She looked so cute like this that he couldn’t help but be sweet.

Even when Erox was shivering in release he kept at it. Dragging her down into the pit of bliss again and again. Finally he eventually shudders one last time. Letting go of Erox’s legs he got up to take in his handiwork. He had applied so much force that her body had actually been driven into the soft ground by half a inch. Looking over to the VI again he got an idea.

Crouching down he digs an arm under her thick waist to pull her up. He had to manhandle her body a bit due still reeling from the pleasure. He could still feel aftershocks underneath his hands. “Hang in there love. Don’t drift to sleep just yet. We have to do the last half of understanding the truth of your ideal.” A rope of darkness burst from his side towards Rama. Wrapping around her legs as it then pulled her across the ground to them. Then the rope split in two as it spread her legs open.

He grip Erox’s chin to make her look down at the surely aroused VI. “I heard that you were her god. Then what are you waiting for? Isn’t a god’s purpose to teach their followers their holy testaments?” A certain construct made out of darkness formed on Erox’s body. “To survive to not only be mated, but to mate others. Go on love, put her into an amazon press to show what you have learned.” Ismael planted a sweet kiss on Erox’s cheek.

Hearing the sweetness in his now normal voice and the beginnings of praises gracing her ears as he begins to explore her perfect form, alien thoughts filled her mind and tugged at loose string in her chest, the strings only growing tighter with each passing second, each lingering moment where the fires are stoked by sinking fingers probing the supple flesh and flexible smooth scales of hr abyssal, star speckled body.

A soft and expectant coo left her lips as she felt his thumb graze them before they would be occupied by warm lips pressing into them and a wet probing muscle passionately wrestling against her own, not that she offered too much resistance, only enough for the fire in her body to kindle more as expectations are met and raised higher as that certain something she's been sorely lacking, missing for so long was beginning to be scratched. She looked up to her own heels behind her head, her body was naturally flexible like this so it felt rather natural even as the warmth below wasn't subsiding, the drooling only getting worse with her Prideful body growing impatient even if her mind was in a state of mushy acceptance. She was the perfect personification of survival, and she would only accept the best~

Rama, having watched the whole exchange with wide eyes steeped in disbelief, was easily being swayed with her God's involvement. T-This must be part of the plan. There's no way the Hydra could lose... Yeah.. Y-Yeah.. O-Oh lord you can see everything. She looks alert, surprised as the human suddenly started to call her beautiful. Normally she shouldn't care for such things but... These new enhancements.. The very words tugged at simulated strings. So she watches... Watches as the face of her god contorts, as muscles and perfect flesh jiggles with impact after impact, as slight whimpers grow into raging moans.

Erox was defenceless against this new assault on her senses, he didn't even allow her any time to breath as her hands uselessly tried to claw at anything to hold in the mud behind her and the endless pleasure she was getting, each impact into her shapely rear took minutes but lasted lifetimes with his conquerors tool feeling wave upon wave of eager praises quivering along it, with each growing more intense than the last, her tail now just wrapped around his waist, unwilling to separate from him even as the feeling of warmth fills her, spreads throughout her, igniting a deeper fire that roars in her chest, arcing her back before she sinks in a twitching mess of ecstasy in the mud below.

And Rama watched it all, absorbed it and even was swept up in it as she all too happily tended to herself amongst her Gods pleasured roars being all the justification she needed to do so, though now a yelp of surprise filled there air where her gasping moans once were, looking up to the human looming over her before her eyes dart down, seeing the dark appendage jutting up where warmth spilled from her master.

Huffs of laboured air filled drowned out the sounds of birdcalls and enviromentals, her heart pounding in her ears while Ismael sows seeds of a new doctrine in her mind... A doctrine that sounded perfect. Heavy breathes soothed out into a steady sigh as Erox got to her feet, her strength growing as her passionate spirit arose with this new warmth within her, Azure eyes gaze down upon a prize she had already ravaged once, and would all too happily do so again. Ismael's 'encouragement' were all she needed, a confident grin gracing her lips as she hiked the legs of Rama up to the Vi's audible surprise. "Quite right~ It's a shame that a being of code and light like you won't know the true joys of our new doctrine. But at least you will serve as a fine proof of concept~" A sultry hum rumbles in her throat as she eagerly trails already taken paths, eagerly spearing ahead as the sound of simulated flesh clapping against the sound of soft flesh rang out.

An all to eager Goddess brought down a rulers spirit upon this poor VI a second time, Erox easily revelling in the act as she all too happily followed the will of her new love, the man that showed her a new sort of survival that she must now mull over, and enjoy to the fullest in the mean time. That enjoyment was all too visible across her face, and across Rama's as she was pounded through release after release. The poor collection of blue polygons at wits end as the only thing keeping her conscious was the sensations of inner flesh coiling around an invading object that wouldn't settle.

Ismael got a second wind at seeing Erox come down on the Vi again and again. Sure he got a thrill at dominating women. But it’s something else entirely to stand back and watch lesbian goodness play out before him. “No surprise, you’re a natural my love.” He sang as he motion himself up behind her. Pressing his chest against her back he loop his arms to catch her bouncing chest. Tenderly massaging it as he crane his head to kiss along her neck. Hearing her heavy breathing and feeling the heat radiating off her body was escastic all by itself

His lips migrate upward to settle on where her heating organs are. Whispering sweet nothings as he kept squeezing her chest passionately. ”Look at her, love. She knows where she belongs now thanks to you, her perfect goddess showing her the way. She is solid proof that you stand at the peak of evolution. And soon enough, everyone else will know their place is on their back, legs spread as you split them open. Come on love, you’re doing amazing. Pound your divine will into her digital soul.” Still squeezing with one hand he moved his other to loop around her waist to give her a loving hug. Kissing deeply into the crook of her neck once more.

Ismael stepped to let Erox have the room to really drive Rama into the ground. The moment gave him a moment to finally realize what he has just done. I just dominated a genocidal Eskali. Sigh, I’m getting the feeling I’ll have a lot to explain to my handler. The post clarity left him able to think of other things. One thing for certain, take responsibility and make full use of it. There was a lot to be learned from Erox. But first they need to finish this.

Ismael walked over to the VI. Made sure that she knew what was coming by tapping on her cheek. Then he took advantage of her open mouth. Bouncing her back to Erox who bounced her back in turn and repeat. He saw both of them near their release. So with both hands he cup Erox’s face and pull her in for a loving kiss as they all climax. And he kept doing so while Rams’s body spasm below. Break the kiss he looked into her eyes with intense passion. His once black void now replaced with his true color, shimmer pools of the richest of gold. “You were very beautiful. Lets go clean ourselves off. And then we can spread the reformation to your power base. I’m sure you have people who are in need in having their eyes opem to the truth. And I’ll help you every step of the way.”

Rama certainly didn't argue, seeing as there were human saying about full mouths and such, she accepted the new muscle with eager and tender care with the wet coiling simulated muscle as she lathers the intruding spear that Ismael had so graciously warned her about before her, with that prior warnings and the stimulations both above and below she settles in her place as a tool of her Goddess's enjoyment along with the man she now aids.

Her position certainly had not changed, but now she was certainly putting her programmable state to some use as light based throat muscles coil in foreign ways, writhing and constricting along him to pull and wring along him as he passes her back back between himself and Erox. From the view of jiggling blue flesh that Erox certainly didn't mind taking her own turn in handling as her fingers sink into the VI's all too generous mounds that sloshed back and forth between her and her new mate, a single fang pulling against her bottom lip as hissed profanities mingled with praise dirty the air, all said seemingly to the continued enjoyment of the VI as her body reacts with tighter resistance coupled with liberating lubricant to make sure they could certainly continue until the end. Seems that Erox had picked up on Rama being quite the little masochist and decided to play into that for Ismael's viewing and direct pleasure

The end was coming, both of them could feel it but Erox was far too stubborn to register it, seems that she had been pent up for a very long time to be riding each wave out with an almost desperate need to make each new experience greater in comparison. Her eyes dulling over until she felt the warmth of Ismael's hand brush against her face and suddenly bring her in to lock lips with her, a long lasting shiver made its way down her body and stopped at her tail as it wetly thumped in a delighted drumbeat against the mud below them before almost looking disappointed that he would break the kiss as she gazed back into his now Golden eyes with her own deep Azure ones. Of course he was human and he needed to breath, though in her mind she could easily fix that little issue with her biomancy so he wouldn't need to come up for air for a more... Enjoyable length of time. The constant reinforcements he used only served to tick more boxed in her subconscious, inflating the already galaxy class ego and colouring her old bias's in his favour. Perhaps this human isn't all bad. She though, knowing full well that she was already hopelessly attached to him even if her pride coloured it as mere interest. Her body language not helping the misleading tones of her inner monologue either as ever second she could was spent pressing perfectly ripe flesh into him as he suggested she get cleaned up.

Though now that he mentioned spreading this new doctrine to her old power structure she raised an eyebrow amidst the eager look on her face. "Hoh? You wish to personally escort me on the reformation efforts~ I suppose I can allow it. You certainly made a convincing case, proving it without you there would certainly slow it down."

Ismael's internal struggled against his actions in this situation wasn't even a blip in the faces of said Eskali in this. No doubt afterwards there would be more than a handful of races that had crimson dyed pasts with his new lover and would no doubt place targets on his back, mostly thinking that if there existed someone who could control this evil then they too shouldn't exist. While others would be all too concerned about getting Ismael to hand over Erox for his crimes regardless of his intentions for her. Those troubles will certainly arise but for now, they were distant troubles and just maybe if he managed to make sure this doesn't get around then maybe he'll be fine... Yeeeaaaah. At the very least it would seem even if wasn't for the protection of whoever he was serving he now had the heart of a galactic horror in his hand, something he''ll be have to be careful with or risk a planet sized temper tantrum in these delicate first steps in keeping her interest and budding loyalty.

Ismael greatly enjoyed the show before him. It didn’t need to be said that Rama has quite the silver tongue. The pleasure made him buck his hips harder to really engrave his texture in Rama’s throat. A small grin grace his face as he sees the disappointment in Erox eyes for having broken the kiss. “You’ll feel my tongue again, very shortly I feel. Besides if I kept kissing you I wouldn’t be able to see you playing with her.” Ismael expresses his delight by reaching down to wrap his hand around Rama’s throat to apply extra pressure as he kept moving his hips. It was a good thing that the VI didn’t need to breathe.

While a part of him could use Rama all day. He was more turned on by Erox’s supple form. Pulling out he went back around to stand next to Erox. A hand slid around her lower back while his other hand attended to her heavy breast. Pulling her close to pepper her neck and lips with kisses. By now the black substance on his body has reverted back to their dormant state as small tribal tattoos on parts of the body. “Mmmm you’re so lovely.” For the most part he was indulging in her motherly body to distract his now post-nut clarity mind. It was clear to him that while he managed to contain a person who caused so much suffering. He knew that there are people who would be more than that.

His hands ran all over his body. One went up to rub her neck then cup her dark face. Looking squarely in her eyes once more. “You spent a long time going up the wrong tree that you didn’t know that you had to go down it. That mistake cost a lot of priceless things. Too many things.” He paused to motion his hands to heft up her large breasts. Licking his lips he locked his mouth around one of the mounds to drink her up. Then he let go with a satisfied sigh. “Strength is not the key to long lasting survival. It’s nurturing the young so that they may grow big and strong. To have these perfect breasts that can give milk to a dozen children.”

He dropped one of his hands. Sliding down over her toned, scaly stomach to rest over her warm. “Do you feel my warmth sloshing around in you? How whole that makes you feel knowing you’re carrying my seed? Now I want you to imagine it utterly vacant. A cold, void in your stomach that never felt that great warmth. That is what you have brought to countless mothers in the universe. You took away their babies that drink their mothers milk. You took away their mates that pin them down to the bed and pump their wombs full. Their fertile and breedable bodies go untouched and unused. Survival of any race can’t be met when there are no longer any breeders to mate others.”

The skinship slowed down. His hands now lazily rubbing around her curvaceous body. “Just something for you to mull over. I know this is all going fast for you. But don’t worry too much. Know that you are now the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood. And with this doctrine, we can begin fixing your mistakes with those who follow you.” He pauses to lean in to whisper in her ear huskily. “I really look forward to seeing you breed them. It turns me on thinking about it.” Smiling he steps away. “Let's go find a shower to bathe the mud off of us. Then we can do the fun part. Plan how to fuck their brains out.”

It really was a good thing that Rama didn't need to breath, though it was up from debate that she would mind at all seeing as she had a rich masochistic undertone in how much she was enjoying the sensation of the tightness in her throat, the feeling of his warm oozing and spreading inside of her. It almost felt lonely once he withdrew, though how could she protest when she was getting such a wonderful show in return.

Erox started to rise to her knees as she stood next to him, still being a foot or two taller even on her knees as she was coming down from the climactic high, heavy breathes left her as her luxurious chest rises and falls, though the fatigues gasps turned to delighted coo's that painted her mind with more light in Ismael's favour as he started to pepper her in his affections, her eyes drifting down to see his hand hefting at her bountiful cleavage to feel the impressive weight, a corner of her mind only creating vivid images of them swollen and leaking with the milk that will feed the next generation. A rather potent image in the ace of this new doctrine he was inspiring in her as her fires were being stoked anew. His praises of her beauty only fanning those flames as her proud grin grows with an equally growing rose hue mixing in her scales.

Though she wasn't expecting this lecture now that they were locking eyes, she would say that it was a mood killer if he wasn't continuing to keep her attention with his fine handiwork, though a slight gasp does free itself from her mouth in a long O as she feels his lips momentarily lock around her mound, getting a nice pop as he frees himself from it moments later to continue. It was a shame they weren't already leaking the elixir of life for him to freely enjoy. A sentiment he brings up that only serves to make her all the more understanding.

Her eyes kept getting drawn back and forth between his eyes and the constant movements of his hands as she then feels him call attention to his warmth now settling within her, the sudden notion of it being empty again tugged at a darker string in her heart as she is reminded of the all encompassing loneliness that plagued and fuelled the continued escalation of her tests and escapades over the numerous galaxies she's conquered and to the races she's erased. Her reaction was almost instant, a look of dread snapping in her vision to replace the amicable afterglow of hers. The point only being brought ahead more by his slowing affections becoming dulled with lazy intent.

This sudden shock and change in convictions, her eyes filled with ruminations of this new situation of the situation. It only being broken up by his new titles for her new path, a path that certainly tugged at that primal desire of hers that was becoming fulfilled. This new path of redemption was certainly a strange one... One that she was still trying to absorb since her overall regrets didn't align just yet but the shock of his wording was certainly setting up some internal debates... Though her thoughts are quickly derailed with his whispered words of wishing to see her breed his old allies... That sent a grin right across her face that stretched ear to ear, an excited tingle up her spine. "Oh what a delicious thought~ Though there are some... Issues with that... Nevermind everything else you've left me to think on..."

Besides that the idea of finding a place to bathe had her vision drift to Rama. Her deep and commanding tone surfacing as she grinned down to the positively glowing VI. "Rama, I trust you have a suitable place in mind where we can wash up? Afterall I cannot be remain dirtied like this, yes?"

Rama's twitching form was all too absorbed in the lingering glows within her, though the sheer absolute tone in her Goddess's voice snapped her flickering mind to full awareness even with some of Ismael's essence still plastering her face as she dutifully sat up and started to open a site to site portal. "Of course your majesty! Please, I have already been warming the waters." Beyond the thin veil of the magical blue opening was a large bathhouse, likely a recreational area elsewhere on the ship. Erox just grinned, grabbing hold of Rama before hefting her over her shoulder with her squeal as she looked down at Ismael before crossing through.

Once he steps through he could certainly feel the change of heat from the muddied Eden they just came from, steam easily rising around them. This room was massive, at least 30 square metres of room with most of the room being made up of the pool with one exit being behind them leading to what looks like a changing room and then presumable a way out into the ship proper again. The room itself was made of a bronzed metal material fashioned like bricks, the large bath interior fashioned from a white material with the facets where the hot water came out were in the shapes of hydra heads, there were benches beside the large bath where clothes and towels could go along with a large shelf stretching along the left side of the bath with all sorts of things for grooming, brushes, loofas and the like. Though as he would see it would appear that these are brand new as a new bottle of some sort of liquid appears in a spiralling yellow light, likely Rama's systems taking care of the essentials.

With Erox staying in front, she walks down the sloped footing into the bath to look back over her shoulder with a sly look, she certainly didn't pull any punches as she made sure to sway her motherly hips back and forth to further exaggerate the perfect jiggles and sways of her rear as she sinks into the warming waters, letting Rama down once she immersed herself in the deep end.

“Of course, I’m mainly expressing my lust. It’s a sin of mine. Really, we don’t have to do anything right away. We can just spend time all to ourselves. Learn every delicious inch in and out. Heck, we haven’t exchanged names yet. Mine is Ismael Gwenhael.” If there was one thing he learned from his dealings from the Jackals is that Patience is more valuable than gold. Rushing this too much would only bring about problems and issues that he could have avoided if he was more careful. And for something as delicate as this. He needs to treat it lovingly. Brushing those thoughts aside for now. He smiles seeing Erox fling the VI over her shoulder as if she was nothing more than a well-used rag. The crudeness and degeneracy of it rekindle the flame in his gut to a degree.

Stepping through the entrance the effect Erox had on him became apparent right away. Dark emotions pool in his gaze as he watches her saunter with sensual grace. Sword now drawn he saunter forward. Letting out a pleasant sigh as he felt the warm water go up his calf. Stepping in further he felt the tension leave his body. It dawned on him that he was more weary than he realized. The last hour has been certainly packed with intense action. Striding through the water he let himself be submerged to his chest. Floating before diving down beneath the water. The sensation sober him up. Electricity running across his nerves. Motioning his arms he swam to the deep end. Going close enough to the bottom to where he almost grazes it with his chest.

A shadow cast over him. Looking up he could see Erox’s perfect abyssal hide now cleaned of the grim. Pushing up with his legs he glided up. His head broke through the surface in front of Erox. Who would find herself being hugged by his arms. Pulling her in close to him that her breasts smush against his chest. Greedy lips lock on to her own to initiate a passionate make-out session. This time they were in a much more relaxing environment. Meaning they don’t have to stop for a good long while. And it wasn’t just kissing. No, Ismael knows that it was proper to keep things spicy and to keep the heat going. So using one arm to hold her close his other goes all over her thick body to bring her to new heights of pleasure.

The cosmic conquer had a moment to herself as she drifted through the warming waters of the luxury resort sized bath, nostalgia of a simpler time as naught by a minoa in the oceans of her original world started to surface with this new outlook and direction that now weighed on her soul... The corruption of the curse on her was weaker now but she had no need to remove it herself. This event, while an inherently underhanded and underwhelming for outside parties involved with Erox as enemies, was something that had changed her... Only time will tell if it was for the better.

The beginning of her journey centred around the desire for strength, to overtake the lazy and overzealous creatures that sat at the top of the food chain, when she arose against them there were lasting effects in that she destroyed her world, in a freak accident involving a much larger civilisations involvement... She was taken in back then and the rest is a long and lonely trail of bloodied massacres and misplaced retributions for a world that no longer existed. As she was now would any child born of her be that original species or another mistake of power misused...

Her mind was clearing, and she had seen defeat at the hands of a pervert with a ridiculous curse... She could feel that he was in service to another, and that made her think. If he is a pawn of someone else then just what kind of end would I meet against a main player of this galaxy. That Undead, that Jackal... My path to this point has seen victories at the hands of men, woman and other genderless beings like them but here...

This galaxy will be my doom...

Perhaps this is how the path of the conquer should end, someone as obsessed with control as her did not leave many beings capable of leading in her stead... The only creatures that could were her champions. If they were brought with her like this man planned... Then her empire would fall into disrepair, the servile races would retake their old worlds and live in peace after much bloodshed since it would lack her all seeing vigilance.

Hmm... Speaking of that man. What exactly does he get out of this..? He has had ample chances to kill me, y-yet he's been nothing but kind. Adoring even... She says as she absentmindedly rests her hand over the warmth within her, subconsciously making it so none is wasted in the waters and sealed within. Clearly he is from that Nebula... The powers there won't take kindly to my 'peaceful' existence there without some assurances. And with the Athailian remnants there they will no doubt scream for my life be theirs to snuff out in retribution...

Thoughts of a grim future stretch out beyond her no matter the path that arosen, eve if she lived with this man as some sort of object of lust it was doubtless that her life would be snatched away by some vengeful power.  Was such a thing as redemption possible for her at this point? She entertained the notion of running away too, escaping to some far flung galaxy in search of shelter to slumber until a new cycle begins. Resume her search for a mate then when there isn't anyone alive who remembers hating her...

Her hand drifted out, helping to keep her stable in the water as her tail lightly propels her through the water. The future was such an unsure beast to tackle, for the moment she wished to not think of it any more... That was when Ismael would spring up from the depths at an opportune time, she needed to take her mind off of the future, to thoughts of morals and hardships and just sink into the feeling of her loneliness ebbing away as her lips pressed into his,  feeling his arms wrap the best they could around her perfect amazonian frame as she lightly wrapped her tail around his midriff, keeping him tethered so he did not drift too far from her. She needed this... He may not be the strongest without that curse fueled by desires but he was strange... Strange enough to treat a monster like her with kindness.

The passion in her Azure eyes was bright, the lonesome locks around her heart was being chipped away by him... For the time being she wanted to at least stay with him. If something good came of it then perhaps she'll stay longer, learn some more about this man and perhaps teach him how to duel someone  instead of genderbending them, as good a tactic as it seems to be.

She gazed up at him as he managed to hike himself up, pressing his chest against the pillowy mounds of her own as she was acting as a raft for the pair do them, not that she minded, she was getting into the rhythm of things again, the crude smile stretching across her face as they locked lips with such greedy intent, she thought it was going to be a nice and relaxing session but she was wrong, she hadn't noticed his hand moving to start massage and grope whatever inch of her he could reach, muffled moans rose in her throat as her tail's grip slightly tightened, though clearly she was watching her strength, even for as strong as he was it was one wrong move and he's have a broken spine. Though clearly she was making sure to keep him intact, she needed him now. And all too happy to make sure he needed her~

Once they came up for some brief gulps of air, she finally decided to reply to him. He deserved at least a name after everything he had done. "Mmm~ My name is Erox Eskarian, my race didn't really have a concept of 'family names' so mine is in reference to the world I originally came from. A pleasure to meet you, Ismael~"

Erox would indeed feel the esoteric energies recede from her body. In time she would return to her normal power level. Despite that she was still fundamentally changed by the darkness. Her flesh and soul were bound to Ismael. In a way it was rather ironic for one to call this underhanded and/or cowardly for it implies there is a basis of fairness in the universe. Survival is survival, to be complicated with notions such as morality and other social structures is to obscure the truth. For one to mate another is just as valid as a contest of strength. Ismael knows this. That battles and wars aren’t won through brute force.

It’s shady for sure. But he is not the type to jump to violence as his first option. He had spent a lot of sweat and time getting out of an undesirable environment. And some days he feels like he’s a kid back in that place again, Breaking due the bonds he once had perverse into something ugly. There’s no blindness on his part that he’s walking a tightrope. It’s why he let himself get involved in the things he did. If he could be safe and live with no regret by writing off his independence. Then so be it. It was better than the alternative if he were to possibly break one day and there was nothing immediate to stop him from causing any bedlam.

The tattoos on his body fade back beneath his skin. The illusion of control was fully his own. While he may not be a main player he doesn’t really see himself as a pawn despite technically he very much is. He knows he is very much disposable if he runs out of any beneficial value. In a way this is why he is like this. Being honest about his desires and to just simply live. For all he knows he can die in six months or tomorrow night. He wants his last days to be good. So they can be proof for the possibility of others like him that they aren’t fully a threat. And that they can be productive to society.

He brushes aside these pesky worries from his thoughts once more. Holding himself tight to the warm, thick body of his new lover. There was no concern about his spine breaking. After all, his body is very much superhuman. Housing a powerful tenant requires just as a powerful vessel to contain it. He was very likely to be able to ground pound an adult dragoness in his human form. Not like that is likely to ever happen since he would need to use that form but he did think about it. Hey, he’s human. Who wouldn’t want to fantasize about spanking those luscious, scaled flanks. Who would not admire how their muscles, roll and shift beneath those golden scales. To see a majestic being quiver and shake in ecstasy. Damn, he’s getting bothered just thinking about it. A good thing he has an equally majestic, scaly beauty in his arms to vent it all out on.

He lost himself in love making. However it doesn’t last too long. Reality took reins to remind him that sex in a pool is actually more tedious than fun. Water moves and resists movement. And while the slippery feel is nice, he wants to feel her body texture against his own. To move into more positions. A sentiment he felt the need to bring up once they took a moment to breath. He smiled when she told her her name. “Erox huh, it’s still fitting now. More so even but I’ll save the teases later. Hehehe mmm you’re so good.” His hands couldn’t stop sliding all over her wonderful body. “So amazing. Mmm oh I wanted to say. We should mix things up now. Care for a treat?”

Knowing the answer and once he got it, would paddle over to the edge of the pool. He hefted himself up to sit on the edge. Legs dangle in the warm water with the other at full mast. Such a sight would surely route a great desire from Erox. Before she could savor her “treat” he spoke again. “Let's make this a bit spicy shall we? Every time it hits the back of your throat you’ll orgasm. Incrementally in intensity. I do so wonder how well a perfect beauty such as you can hold on before melting in a puddle of hot bliss.” Erox’s body would tingle. A telltale sign that a naughty change took place.

Once she got into it enough and would start to savor it. Ismael would then grab her horns that would send a hot surge of pleasure down her spine. Showing her that her horns are now sensitive. Something deep down would tell her that this is natural. Those horns are meant to be used as handholds. Then after letting her know that he’ll start getting a bit rough. Begin to literally pound out any trickle left of her doubt and/or worry. Her mind would feel like it’s being battered by an ecstatic jackhammer.

His body shuddered one last time. Holding her head close as he releases yet another hot round that would surely make her body feel warm. Letting out a satisfied moan he brushes Erox’s head with a hand. “You were wonderful, come here. Let me get you up here.” Pulling a most likely catatonic body out of the water he places her on one of the towels that were laid out behind them. Grabbing a nearby towel roll he would start drying her down. Taking his sweet time in doing so. Leaving a trail of kisses whenever he dried a part of her down. Whether it be her arms, legs, tail, ect. He sought out to love every part of her body. Then as he was cleaning her serpentine neck he looked down to her eyes with a smile. “Do you want me to treat you now? You would find that I have quite a silver tongue.”

The feeling of the lingering effects subconsciously annoyed her, her exposure to cursed creatures and esoteric monsters was a limited one seeing as the amount of people capable of using the genuine article are few and far between, though when she did meet demonic entities and people capable of using such abilities she found trying to recruit them a tedious process, to much negotiating and hidden agendas at play even for her taste in dealing with things.

Though Ismael's control over it was... Different. He was unique, a different kind of strong. She didn't quite know it as of this moment, likely once things calm down she will but until then she had no idea about the level of hell he lived in. If he had met her before all this she likely would have recruited him the same way she did with Keldron, a promising youth persecuted by the idiots that only see evils where potential for so much more was present.

Though thinking on that it was unlikely that THAT Ismael would be the same as the one in the here and now. Speaking of the now, Ismael wasn't the only one that was starting to get annoyed with how much the water was getting in the way, her impatient nature starting to show here and there before she heard him compliment her name, a satisfied grin growing on her face. It was... A queer feeling, to hear her name being complimented instead of berated or spat on by her enemies. Not that she didn't revel in that hatred, it was... A different sort of feeling. One she could feel stirring in her chest. "Why thank you~ It's rare to hear such positive words surrounding my name... Its nice."

What unfolds next, was more than she certainly catch her attention, a deeply amused yet intrigued look crossed her face as she moved over to him as he sat up on the elevated edge of the bath. "A treat? Don't mind if I do.." His human tool was certainly impressive for his species, something she thought to herself as she felt it slide into her warm and welcoming more as she chortles softly to herself as she could feel him doing some work on her with the curse again, while she wasn't a fan of giving up control. Still rather annoyed at the genderbending, it was something she could forgive... Though that was largely because he impressed her, if it was anyone else she would have likely tried killed them the moment they underperformed in pleasing her thanks to her ravenous loneliness.

Still, he continued to impress thanks to that nifty trick with the curse altering some facts about her biology, each time he hit the back of her throat her eyes would absolutely start to roll into the back of her skill as her ecstasy claimed higher and higher, her tail lashing around in the waters behind her as she did her best to keep a grip on the pool's edge, the strange materials making it up were quite durable to resist her grip even though he could see that she was already warping the metals in her hands from the sheer waves of pleasure washing over her brain.

Her mind too a backseat as he started to get rough, his use of her horns certainly turned things in his favour as her now pleasure washed mind started to really make use of her tongue, her neglected desires now bringing to bare every breeding instinct that were lost to her race since they were largely a genderless species, reproducing asexually for the most part besides some outliers. But those were destroyed quickly by the overlords of the foodchain, seeing a threat in those outliers to their carefully controlled balance that only benefitted them.

Erox's tongue coiled and ran from base to tip, adding a whole other tightness around Ismael as her tongue worked arguably harder than her walls to do everything in her power to wring him dry while he was having fun manhandling this powerful ruler like putty in his grip, though this putty was more than capable of getting what she needed. Her conscious started to fade back in over time, getting used to the crashing waves and rising above them but still keeping her momentum, rather enjoying herself with the delighted moans filling her throat before she greedily sampled the treat he was forcing into her throat, her eyes gazed up into his with a such a coy look behind them, she was happy that he enjoyed her mouth and could tell it was the truth from the sounds that left him, the rewarding warmth coating her throat was something she found fun but as she brought her mouth back, showing him his handiwork before making it all vanish in a single go, she would smirk. "Such a waste of perfectly good potential dear~ But I certainly had fun, looks like you did too."

She was impressed with his strength as he helped her out of the bath, laying down against the towel he placed beneath her, she lay there as she watched him dry her down with a trail of kisses following his efforts to pamper her. "Mmm, such a wonderful royal treatment~" She says before her voice peaks in a feminine gasp that she didn't hide afterword's, rewarding his efforts with unhindered moans. Though when he oh so graciously offered to give her a similar treat those Azure eyes burned into his, it was a definite yes from her. "Mm, well normally I don't bother with people who are all about lip service, but in your case I'm more than happy to allow it~" She says as she parts her thighs, exposing herself once more with a slick trickle of her delight already showing his good work.

Ismael was someone who knew that it was improper to jump to the good stuff. It needs to be built up towards it. The excitement and eagerness to be fanned. Giving Erox a peck on the lips he slowly went down. First kissing her slender neck. Then the valley between her breasts. And finally his trail of kisses end over her stomach. Crawling back a bit he leaned forward. Licking his lips in delight of the strong scent coming off of Erox. His hands went down around her thighs to firmly grip her hips. Wisps of energy dance across his lips and tongue.

In the beginning he wasn’t the sort to invest time in learning osculatory techniques. The only one he possesses was his innate skill of performing Incubus Kiss. A surefire ability to instantly enthrall others. Despite the power he didn’t use it much. As he preferred other ways to lure others under his spell. He only ever uses it if he needed a quick way to put the collar on someone. Over time with the resources given to him he learned of other things he can do with his mouth. Mainly the manipulation of his tongue. And Erox will very quickly see the result of his training in that.

Giving her wonderful thigh a love bite he then buried his face into her wet heat. Two things will become apparent. First was that his tongue was far longer and dexterous than a human tongue. Secondly is that it’s coated in a film of energy that made the nerves around it constantly activate. Extremely so when the tongue applies pressure against anything. Then everything after that is a drunken haze of desire for Ismael as his lash at her core with his tongue. He made sure he tasted everything. He played with every bundle of nerves she had. Nothing was left undefiled. And not let one drop go to waste.

This was his favorite sex position to say the least. He loves eating people out and Erox is no exception. So it’s something he likes to spend longer doing. As evident as kept his head deeply buried between her thighs. Not slowing down in the slightest. Erox could feel his pleasant moans vibrate into her body. He loved everything about this. The sensation of her flesh, the heat, the texture, and of course the wonderful sounds coming from Erox. This will go on till Erox goes through several rounds of release before he finally pulls out his tongue. He made sure Erox saw him take a gulp of the sweet essence that had stuck to his tongue.

His face was wet. Hair even matted in a few places. While a towel was nearby he was as one may crudely put it, a *** slut. There was something stimulating about carrying another’s musky scent around for a while. It felt as if he were marked with their love. “Aaaah you taste wonderful my love. Let me know when you want me to give some lip service again.” Smiling he got up. Extending a hand to help Erox as well. “That was good fun, Erox. You’re the only one I’ve met who has lasted this long. Heh, not a surprise I suppose. It’s only fitting for you to be so perfect in that regard.”

He pulled the former comic tyrant into a loving hug. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear. While he was frisky it was clear that he was spent for a bit. After all, having sex for too long is a bad thing. “Got a place in mind you want to go? My ship is here but considering the state of things I don’t mind parking it here. There is stuff I like to bring with me however but I can have Rama go get them for me.” His ship has stuff that he always needs to have close by. They’re especially important now that he may be heading somewhere.

As Ismael begins she lightly tugs on her bottom lip with one of her fangs, keen to watch him to get to work as she watches him kiss down her body before seeing him disappear behind the valleys of pillowy flesh, only feeling his kisses afew more times before she he stops. There was a moment of pause before she feels his hands wrap around her thighs and take hold, her anticipation mounting in the moments he takes to finally start his lip service.

She wanted to prop herself up but stays on her back, though she does move one of her hands to start stroking through his hair as she feels the warmth of his breath against his, coaxing a soft 'Oo' from her before that gets louder and elongated as her thighs quickly move around his head as she felt a long tongue slither inside and didn't wait another second before assaulting her senses, walls eagerly hugging at the foreign muscle now wriggling through her depths. She takes care with her grip as she holds onto his head with both her hand and her thighs, and fitting for the perfect personification of survival she was sweet to taste.

When she reached her first couple of releases, her eyes were pretty much clamped shut as she chewed on her lip, the rapturous bliss making her moan and let them echo out across the empty ship outside the bathhouse room. Ismael already knew this from getting her in a mating press before, that her majesty could mark him in appreciate in her releases, now was especially no different as her releases only grew more intense with each twitching wall he licks against.

The amount of times she was left in a twitching mess in this short amount a time was amazing to her, each release of hers knocking another couple of lonely centuries off of her shoulders, relaxing the Hydra more and more despite her tensing muscles. So when he was finally done with her, letting her watch him visible drink down her love with a grin on his face, she could smiled up to him an way he hadn't seen on her face yet, it was more... Content. "Oh don't you worry, I will certainly ask. I look forward to seeing if you can match the demand~" The look on her face lingered for only moments before she took his hand to get up. Of course a small sigh left her lips after they embraced, one of mock annoyance seeing as she certainly didn't mind being frisky.

Now she had to think on what to do next. Gathering up her champions was the next step, but she knew so little about him. What allegiances he had, what will happen if he's gone too long. Of course she wasn't worried by his affiliations at this point, he could be connected to the Grand Drake himself and would still ask for some some of his silver tongue afterwards.

"Well I would say you bring the ship in, there certainly isn't any rush for myself. But I want to know more about the man who's taken the spot as my mate, that is if you don't mind?" She says as she looked down at him, looking over to Rama who was just enjoying the show from the bath as she washes herself. Already taking the liberties of using the spare power Erox was feeding her to pull his ship into a nice spot within her Eden.

He gave a light shrug. Not concerned all that much about her taking in his ship. This was edivent in being more focus in caressing her wrist. They’re particularly sensitive because they have thin skin so he likes to tease it. Then clasping a hand over her own he held it up to kiss it. “Of course I don’t mind. I like to know more about you as well.” He kept holding her hand. It felt nice to hold the hand of another. To stand close and look deeply into another person's eye. “I guess to give a quick rundown of myself to paint a basic picture. My old work follows the idiom of fighting poison with poison. In my establishment I advertise myself as a place to get ‘alternative therapy care’. I got a decent amount of customers over the course of those years. If they were men I enthrall their minds. Then looking through their heads I put in subliminal orders to force them to get their life together. As for women well. I fuck them sensless during that step. Partly out of necessity.”

Pausing to him he drew closer. Resting his other hand on her hip. “I pretty much lost my business when the wars broke out. Specifically during the second. I got a lot of customers trailing in from the front lines of the swarm wars. I ate their trauma, enjoyed their bodies and sent them off. It would go to show that I apparently did too well. I got noticed by people during the Civil War and was dragged into the thick of it. Was rough but I managed. I had sex with a Dragoness once.” It was rather odd to flex that but it was important to remember he was a horny human male. Telling people who they managed to score is a common thing they do. “After that I fucked around in more ways than one. I don’t have my business anymore so I’m doing freelance stuff for companies.” The hand on her hip moved down to rub her full butt. “Anything else you was to ask now, love?”