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Majin; Transformation Quest; Solo
Topic Started: Oct 3 2017, 06:21 PM (106 Views)
Bassolarr
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KING OF THE RING
Monitors
Majin
Difficulty: Medium
Location: Any Planet
Description:
Write an RP to acquire Majin.
Reward: +50 all stats, +20 exp, and Majin
Available: Always

She remained motionless for long moments as the morning hours began to stretch by, each minute ticking by as she rested from a particularly productive evening of emotion and desire. Morning, however, was such a relative term--no light touched upon this sacred, darkened lair of her choosing and creation, never to lick upon the flesh of her or her minions and creations. This was her darkholme, a place where her kind would be safe, a place where she would place her standard and flag upon the ground, to calleth her own in every regard.

Her wings folded around her bare form, legs bent and her knees almost tucked to her chest, hands under her head as she enjoyed the amazing comfort of an actual bed, the mattress doing wonders for her curvaceous figure after spending so much time upon an inhospitable, cold, stone floor. Finally, after a length of rest, her eyes fluttered open, crimson, glowing orbs awakening and looking upon her surroundings as if it were some kind of fantastic dream. Her tail uncoiled from around her legs, her arms propping up her body in order to let her impressive wings stretch out behind her, filling the room with both her additional appendages and her sheer, raw charisma and charm. Indeed, as she awoke, it was as if her very presence filled more and more of the far quarters of the realm's shadows, like an addicting vapor of raw aphrodisiac. She then brought her body up, standing on her knees upon the bed, stretching her back, her pale abdomen, her arms, her hips, and her thighs. A sharp, dark glee came upon her features, causing her lips to stretch across her cheeks, as if just waking up for the day was some joyous, momentous occasion--and it certainly was just that. Each day she spent away from that dreadful prison would be something worth celebrating in every way she could imagine... and there were many, many ways her imagination could think up of!

She had sampled the depravities of her subjects and victims of subjugation, the lot of them unable to hold back after returning to her darkholme, away from it for periods at a time as was her needs or desires. Such a... delicious... union she had consecrated with some of her pets and prisoners, a gathering of such sweet nocturnal delights and pleasures of wildest imaginations. How long had they gone at it--a festival of such sweet and carnal ecstasy? Despite having feasted on two strapping, strong, male warriors for her initial sustenance, the festivities had still managed to push her to the limits of her stamina and endurance--but not before she had fully exhausted her delighted guests as well. She remembered lasting for weeks in such sweet, cardinal sin, but even now, after all that occurred, she was still something of a far cry from her previous prime. Something she would have to rectify to the fullest extent!

Yessssssssssss, she would need to restore her body and powers to their former glory, to be both adored and feared by so many, worshiped by others, and envied by the rest. Yes, she would need to reclaim her place amongst her demonic 'kin'. But oh, first, oh, she would need to feed her hunger--and if she had some fun betwixt that, so much the better! Even now, as powerful as she was, she still felt like there was much missing from her former prestine, her former glory, her former height of radiant decadence. Many bowed before her in the darkness, but even now, there were much and more that bowed to another entirely--something she was fully inclined to change in earnest.

At that moment, she looked upon the empty place where her partner was expected to be, noticing the distinct lack of his glorious, naked visage, seeing the wrinkles where he had managed to slip away, likely for some errand or pleasure. A look of disappointment flashed across her expression for but the barest of moments as she started to stretch out her senses, looking for the man that had shared much more than just her bed--and quickly finding him, causing a smirk to cross her features. Oh, the demon inside him kept stirring, kept trying to break loose and free, but like watching an egg hatch, one would have to be patient. Maybe she could help that little side of him grow more powerful with time? Oh, what a delightful thought! But there was much still locked behind his mind, his past--much of his power, much of his thoughts, much of his... well, everything. But he made up for it in other ways, surprisingly uninterested in her various minions and daughters, though they be dressed in the same manner as their mistress--and that was to say, naught at all. They offered him every luxury or need he may have, yet he turned down all but the bare minimum he required--no, his most lustful thoughts were bent upon Lilim, whom had called to his very soul and made his heart echo with her desire of him.

She shook her head, already feeling herself getting wound up from just the thought of pleasure. She had much to dwell upon for now, as much as she would rather return to the decadence and celebration of everything dark and sinful. She wanted so much to spend more time with her new playmate, her new companion, but for now, she was obligated to find out more of her lost power--she needed to restore herself further in order to elevate her newest ambitions and pleasures. Her newest... vengeance to seek. Yessssss... she needed to grow in more power, grow in more influence, grow in all things... she squeezed her clawed hand shut for a long moment, looking down upon it before she uncurled it again, looking up towards the chamber that led to her crystalled scryer. Mayhaps... but not now...

With her stretching completed, showing off for whatever unseen audience there might have been--though she was very much alone in the room--she stepped down from the comfortable bed, her feet tingling against the cold flooring of the palace that was of her own making, in a realm of her own design, in a place where herself and her creations could truly call their own--safest from prying eyes. Even as the door leading out swung open of its own accord, opening merely upon its mistress' whim, as did all things here, she could smell the difference in the air of the realm, noticing the very peculiar variances. She knew they would be leaving for another place quickly enough, but she had not bothered to find out precisely where they were headed--after all, knowing everything in advance was just such a small bother, and where she was ultimately did not matter in the grandest of schemes--she would wrought all that she desired no matter when or where.

But his unlocking, his... recovery. That would take far more time and effort than she had originally thought. There was a scar upon his mind, a grown-over piece of flesh that perturbed her over his lost memories, as if sealed away for specific purposes. He might just need more instruction for his own exploration. She was not growing lazy, that was--she had every intention of assisting him on his quest towards reunification with his lost memories and power, but he would need instruction for his own exploration and discovery as well. Mental prowess would be the key--the only difficult part would be the location to learn such a thing. She would need to scry for such a place, but... but perhaps his old self knew and would just need a sign...

She gave little to no thought of her current state of dress as she walked down the halls of her citadel, giving her hips just a little bit more sway than usual for the possible onlookers that worked the various functions of this place as well as for the benefit of the other visitors. She had been in so much practice with her antics, her allure, her very nature, that she could not help herself even when she was in a place of relaxing and unwinding. Indeed, she had managed to draw a few stares, much to her growing delight, but she kept her own presence in check for the moment, not wanting her sheer charisma to fill every hallway and catacomb of the castle--at least not yet. Her perfect curves, her ample bosom, her rich confidence... she loved baring all of her and more to the hungry gazes of men and women alike, running her hands through her hair as if in growing ecstasy, arching her back just a little in playful display. After last night's festivities, she could not help but revel in the afterglow of it all.

But soon enough, she found the door to the outside world, noticing the different scent she had detected growing stronger from here. How strange... she had, perhaps, grown too used to the scent and air of Kelioux and her prison--or perhaps to her own realm, the sweet nectar of darkness and such, so much so that this new place was playing wildly at her senses and intrigue. She knew this place, this planet, called Earth could be so rich in discovery, and yet she was still welcomed with such delicious scents! She could not wait much longer. The portal leveled and waved, as if asking for her to wait until the realities leveled out within the chamber, but with a quickly flick of her wrist, the entire portal was blasted wide by some unseen force, the sound of wrenching and tearing reality filling the room and those adjacent to it. She could already feel her strength slowly returning to her, instinctively flexing her arm after the effortless-looking feat she had just accomplished, a satisfied smirk upon her face as she looked upon her folding and unfolding claws. Yes... it had been a long road to this point, recovering from the depravations of her prison, supping upon flesh bit by bit until she regained much of her former luster--and even then, she still missed much of her past power. She needed more. Much more.

But even then, after such a trick, she remembered just how powerful she had used to be. A terrible travesty, they had inflicted upon her. To keep her weak and drained for so long, devoid of contact, emotion, or even a peek. There were small droplets she could feast upon here and there, but now that she was free, there was so much she could feed off of now--emotions, pleasures, flesh, souls, lifeblood--that she was almost indecisive about which she wanted first and which she wanted to save for last! But now that the portal was unhinged, nothing barring her way, she stepped out onto the familiar--yet still fascinating--world of Earth, looking out around the landing of her clawed feet. She could guide and select where she landed, where she travelled, here and there--she so enjoyed this particular talent, able to arrive and leave whenever she wished, wherever she wished. She was the ultimate mistress of the under-realms--there was naught she could not go.

What a strange people, these mortals, these humans. Their emotions were muted, almost diluted in a way, but they had emotions all the same--and the first thing upon their minds was fear--some of them, anyway. She could work with that. She took in a deep breath, and to the casual observer, it would look like she was breathing in the natural brewery of oxygen and pollen in the air, but in reality, she was drinking in the latent emotions in the air around her, her body already consuming the emotions generated from the the people that were of heightened emotional state. She let it guide her further and ever onwards, passing between shadows and caves, unseen by those she wished not to see her--but she would weigh on their minds as an unseen predator, always and forever scratching at the edges of their nightmares. It mattered not where she went or where--she had this effect on all mortals, on all beings. She would never be ignored.

"My, my," she said, her sing song voice smooth and suggestive as she stepped down from the latest shadow she emerged from, licking her lips as she came upon a village and its villagers, her tail flicking to and fro as she looked upon the huddled natives. Her body started to cover in goosebumps, the colder air around her causing her skin to tingle. "Such interesting people here. I wonder..." she said aloud, bringing a single clawed finger to her full lips, as if in thought as her hungry, crimson eyes looked upon her soon-to-be victims.

"...Who would like to help a needy woman?"

The native people seemed at odds with their own emotions and the arrival of such a pronounced, utter beauty. Some were more fearful than entranced, while others were the opposite, but all of them seemed fearful of the possibility of confrontation. It seemed these people did not possess much in the way of combat capability, and therefore, not much of a spine, proverbially speaking. A little disappointing in some respects--a warrior that acted like a true, masculine figure always had her in shivers of delight and anticipation, especially when she managed to conquer the man, both in mind and body, bending him to her will. But these were very far from that ideal, but emotions and flesh were delectable all the same. She could feast upon these if she truly wished, playing with their emotions and nervousness for hours upon hours, like a cat and her mice.

But that would not be the situation for very long. She sensed a much stronger presence approaching her, the immediate emotions of irritation and a small hint of curiosity as she looked over her shoulders towards it. Oh, but he was strong--not as strong as she was, granted--but he seemed far more prideful and powerful than the natives she had happened across. Her own curiosity spiked as her gaze looked towards one of the buildings at the edge of the city, spotting the figure approaching the gathering of frightened people. She could not help but notice how different this one was--ah, now she could look upon him properly...

"What is the meaning of this?" the individual demanded, his powerful tail coiling and lashing about in response to his clear irritation and malcontentment. She narrowed her eyes as she looked upon him, her grin widening to reveal her long canines, her tail taking on its own sway to mimic her newly found interest. She recalled there being a species amongst the stars--Changelings--those of incredible power, yet had to release that bound potential through changing their forms into greater and greater transformations. Why this species dwelled upon this planet, she was not entirely certain. In fact, she had rarely seen someone of his species on this planet at all, particularly since it seemed in the control of the Saiyans. Perhaps someone could shed light upon this fact... much, much later.

"Oh, do you always treat guests like this?" She asked, her songlike voice filling the air around them, one hand running through her hair, the other upon her bare hip, arching her shoulders and back just a little bit. She walked towards him, already feeling his normally cold gaze looking upon her nude features with both surprise and latent hunger. He might not even realize his desires himself yet--but she could feel his sexual need, buried deep down underneath layers of pride and arrogance. How easily those layers would be peeled away before true, utter, ecstasy. "I was just getting to know the area," she said, gesturing to the environment, lush as it was, around them. "getting to know the people," she said, gesturing towards the humans. At that point, she was within arm's reach of the Changeling, unable to move much of his body at it continued to look upon her naked body in worship and want. She drank in every second of it, her malicious smile never fading from her visage.

"But what does that make you?" She inquired, placing a hand upon his armored shoulder, letting her aura of lust and charm flow from her form unfettered, pure and unmitigated. Few could resist her aura when she unleashed it as she had just now done--few except for those perhaps stronger than she, those of hardy willpower... but such people were not present here today, and she would make sure to not give them the chance to become such warriors.

"I-- I am a merchant for this area, trading in goods with these... these people," the Changeling warrior declared, finally coming back to his senses--but he did not push Lilim's seductive touch away. "I am Fridga."

"Ooooh, is that so?" She said, leaning towards him a little, placing her other hand atop the previous, resulting in her laying her head upon her hands, which were resting upon his unmoving shoulder. Her tongue could reach out and lick his cheek, she was so close, her bare chest pressing against his arm, his gaze unable to peel itself away from hers and her pale shoulders. Her smirk never left her face, her breath lingering just above a whisper, lending her full persuasive power to her full lips. A single kiss could seal the deal right then and there, but she wanted something... more.

"So you trade with these people," she said, sliding one hand away from her cheek and down his powerful arm. "And so strong too. My, you have me at a disadvantage, I fear. I am Lilim, and I would love to see more of what you command," she said, her words insinuating much, much more than just administrative prowess. Now, she wanted all of him at that moment--every drop. She brushed her cheek against his as she rose up to her full height, her lips pausing just short of his ear. "Will you show a lonely woman a good time? I hope you would," she offered, never letting her touch falter from his flesh.

And that was all that was needed. He agreed, hesitantly at first, before wrapping an arm around her bare waist. She let her cheeks fill with blush for a moment, her arms pressed against the sides of her breasts as she let her hips squeeze together. This seemed to excite him greatly, as she knew it would. Her full lips pursed together, as if to kiss him as he led him straight to his mansion, his private quarters. Of course, he had servants and slaves, but these were quickly dismissed in favor of true privacy--privacy enough for her to guide him out of his uniform and armor and into his pureborn flesh. He was in a heightened state, of course--he was in some transformation or another, but under her spell, he did not exercise his power against her. Delicately, she paid homage to his body, kissing his flesh here and there, massaging his muscles and cooing over his flirtacious words.

Finally, when he was at his fullest readiness, she kissed him, embracing him in primal ecstasy. He lasted longer than she thought he would, exposed to pure lust and passion, but he was soon spent, exhausted from their playful delight. And then, in his weakened, fatigued state, she wrapped her arms around him, her wings and tail embracing them both as he was paralyzed in the afterglowed delight. "So strong--so powerful. I must have thee," she said into his ear before she bared her full fangs. "Forever."

With the sounds of gasping and messy gore, she sunk her fangs into his bare neck and shoulders, her teeth drinking deep of his purple, powerful blood. Already, she drank deep of his power and emotions, her body becoming more and more lustrous and beautiful as his own body slowly became limp and weak, his body losing all of its vigor and strength and passing it do his one-time lover. The moments that passed were a mixture of great pain and passion for him--knowing full well he was in mortal danger, yet too content in his momentary paradise to resist. And then, before long, he was too weak to do so. Minutes went by before she tossed her head back, letting out a gasp of climax as if finishing a great meal, her impossibly long tongue licking away the droplets of blood from her cheeks and chest, her partner now reduced to the skeletal remains that marked her newest victim.

"Oooh, how delicious you are," she said to the corpse before her, her hands resting upon bony skull before pushing it back to rest upon the feather mattress. She could already feel the power that was his coursing through her veins, his spirit energy bolstering her sheer might. What a delicious entre! But more came from him than just power and sustenance--his memories filled hers, her long years of experience letting her separate the mixture and myriad of memories and information that threatened to consume who she was--her very self image. But now that she knew what he did, she knew what was truly going on upon this planet. And she grinned--she grinned wide and happily at all that was occurring. Such power, such arrogance upon the planet--all exploitable, all powerful and waiting for her consumption! Such a sweet, delicious palate of sustenance!

Each victim she consumed, each victory she witnessed, each one poured more into her pool of radiance and power--and with each step forward towards realizing her own former potential, she would grow in power further still. She could taste it--every step of the way was giving way to her greatness. Already, she could feel it through her bones and body--filling her with its confidence. Mayhaps it was time to start gaining true minions to her darkest creed and cause, through the power of the Majin touch--the cursive L upon a warrior's forehead that would enchant him or her to Lilim's diabolic cause.

But whom to bring to her army of the darkness? Ah--she could only take the worthy. She would find them... and make them hers.

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