Her Final Form
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Another release for ya! Far too many people forget that The Baroness is an evil evil sorceress, so Radi kindly let me show much of one she is in their recent commission to me.
This one is a capper to a long progressing story of commissions so its not inherently sexual but not entirely SFW either.
Commissioned by: @Radisea❤️
Scarlett could only feel the ground beneath her knees and palms as the ringing in her ears began to fade and the great blinding green light finally began to recede from her vision. A blur at first, until shapes and colour began to return. The shapes of hands could be seen, hands with long monstrous claws that seemed to copy the movements of her own hands on the ground.
No, not copying. They were her hands. Her breathing quickens as she watches the runes on the ground disappear and her vision finally returns to crisp and clarity. Her feet feel heavy and strange, so naturally she looks to them to see what’s wrong. The view horrifies her immediately. There were no feet, only cloven hooves with scales and spikes running up her shins that transitioned to human flesh past her knees. Scarlett could feel her toes as if they were still there, she was wiggling them all and yet they were entirely gone – replaced with the phantom sensation of them.
She lets out a scream, her hands coming up her body to find what else had happened to her. She finds horns upon her head long and protruding forward then directly upward. She thought she had been wrapped in some kind of leather drape but no, they were wings folding around her loosely. Her breathing quickens and her heart races, the ringing returns to her ears and she feels as if her heart is gonna give out.
Then it comes, a sudden calmness washing over her. A voice piercing the ringing and immediately stopping it.
“Scarlett. Look at me.” the familiar voice commands.
Scarlett does as the voice commands, searching for its origin as she finds two feet standing in front of her. Her gaze tracing the leg up that tall form to settle on the radiant and familiar beauty of the reason she was here. Her beloved Baroness. The panic attack immediately passed, the ringing faded and a calmness settled over her.
“M-mistress… Am I?” she asks.
“Yes, dear. You are changed.” The Baroness says, smirking dominantly down at the half-demon that was once purely human. All of Scarlett’s research on her behalf had led to this moment, she may have been the lesser of the two warlocks but she was talented in her own ways. Enough at least for the Baroness to keep her around and worm her way into her mind for her own devices.
Scarlett felt the soft caress of her mistress’s hand against one side of her face. The beautiful warlock mistress hovering a few inches off the ground just in front of her like some kind of all-powerful goddess. That was how Scarlett saw her, she always had.
“It...it hurts. Mistress...” Scarlett asked. Much of her existence in the months leading to this moment had been consumed by how to get to this very moment. How to become half-demon for her mistress. Yet it wasn’t as she imagined, there was pain, more than she expected.
The Baroness simply smiled that dominant smirk with her look of superiority. Her thumb tracing the lips of her new demon servant.
“Indeed I imagine it does hurt. Your mortal soul and demon soul are at odds with one another.” she says firmly, coiling her fingers under Scarlett’s chin. “Your body and your new form will be torn asunder if you do not relinquish part of your mortal soul.” she explained, as if she knew all along this was going to happen.
“...Then I give it freely, Mistress. Take it, take away the pain! I serve you. I serve! I serve! Please don’t let it hurt any more!” Scarlett begged, the pain in her body pushing her ever further into the wills of this powerful warlock.
A sudden violet glow began, a wispy trail of luminous steam-like essence floated before her very eyes. It was beautiful. Yet as the wispy trail reached ever higher, it sharply turned and knifed towards the Baroness as she hovered over Scarlett. She was doing it, she was taking part of her soul. The large amulet that rest between her bosom was glowing the same violet as the soul fracture entered it. For the briefest moment, Scarlett could swear she was looking out of the amulet back down at her twisted demonic form. Then it was gone. The pain, the doubt, the memories of her old life. All that remained was her duty, her love for this woman staring down at her.
“Your soul is mine. Rise, Skar’lythra. My consort.” she commanded, a wave of her hand snapping the chains that linked around the Succubus in the ritual circle, sending them jingling loudly to the stone.
“Yes, my mistress.” Skar’lythra acknowledged, standing up on to her hooves. Rolling her shoulders and gently adjusting the wings upon her back as she did so. She felt good, strong. Everything felt right, felt as it should be.
She watched the Baroness float over to the edge of the rock the ritual circle rested upon, her piercing fel glowing eyes through the shadow of her hood as she stared out into the cosmos beyond. She joined her at her side, taking in the gravity of the infinite darkness and the position she was in. As Scarlett she would wither and die long before her mistress, as Skar’lythra, she could serve her for eternity.
