Need for Feed
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Back with a piece just before christmas! Nothing says holiday cheer like eating our your demonic evil mistress in the dusty old home of your old life? yay christmas?
Commissioned by: @Radi❤️
There was really only one way for Penelope to test if Skar’lythra had truly taken to her new form and completely moved on from the mortal she once was. An immersion in her old life, in her old home, surrounded by objects and trinkets that could spark memories. Only then, if nothing stirred within her could The Baroness be certain that the demi-human demon she’d created in Skar had been a resounding success.
In a dark green swirling smoke, The Baroness appeared from nothing in the centre of a house with her large demonic wings wrapped around herself. It looked long empty, long enough for cobwebs to form and a thick layer of dust to form upon surfaces only now disturbed by the air pushed out from her dark magic arrival.
When the wings unfurled, a second person was visible. Gripping tightly to the woman’s larger form. It was Skar’lythra, holding on dearly and dotingly to the woman whom she now served. The Baroness smiles down to her, words softly spoken to the half-demon. “Have a look around, Skar. Do you know this place? Any of the objects in it?” she asks.
Skar nods at the command, looking around the home. Her demonic eyes peering around the rooms and such, yet with eyes that recognised nothing within. Beyond the window was Stormwind, late at night and quiet it seemed with a lovely view of the city that one couldn’t forget if they had lived here.
Yet Skar looked upon it as if seeing it for the first time. As with everything else in the home, all of it was unknown to her. At best she could glean that this was the home of a young sorceress of some kind, one deeply involved in her work – one who had seemingly been obsessed with getting into contact with The Baroness, judging by all newspaper clippings and research she had on the woman.
As soon as Skar was done looking at them, Penelope waved her hand at clippings and research that concerned her. All of it being immediately incinerated and disappearing, as if it had never existed in the first place. After all, there was no use in leaving as trail back to her by letting them remain.
All things seemed to point to what she already suspected. That Scarlett was gone and the half-demon that served her now was all there was left. It excited her, to have the power now to turn people into her loyal demonic servants, Skar was just the first of many to come but being the first afforded her a certain special status in her mistress’ eyes at least.
“M-mistress? May.. May I feed?” Skar asked shyly, her head bowed and her stunted growth wings spread in a downward curve like a curtsy as she provided a respectful gesture upon asking. There was no reply for a moment, yet there had been a green flash of light.
Ah yes, her feeding. She was half-demon now, specifically half succubus. Creatures that fed on the lustful liquids and juices of men and women. Though in her transformation, it had been altered that her own mistress was the most satisfying and sating taste to Skar. She was addicted to the taste of her mistress and would likely become mindless and feral without her. She could feed on the lust of others, but none sated quite as much as her mistress.
When the green flash passed, Skar opened her eyes and setting her gaze upon the sight of her Mistress, now entirely naked, sitting on the edge of what had been the mortal Scarlett’s desk. Her eyes lighting up at the sight, she took a step forward.
“Ah. Not so fast.” Penelope said, raising one of her long nailed fingers at the Succubus, stopping Skar in her tracks. “Tell me, what do you think of this?” her mistress asked, holding up what appeared to be a photograph.
It was a small mantle or desk sized wood framed photograph, with the image inside covered by a simple pain of glass. The photo itself was of a young couple, a maroon auburn haired young woman standing beside a handsome man, smiling at each other and clearly together. It was Scarlett and seemingly her mortal partner, happy together in different times.
Skar’s fel tinged snake-slit eyes looked upon the image as the Baroness held it out in front of her. Staring at the photo, yet there was no response, no stimuli or trigger to what she was looking at. She did not recognise the people in the photo nor the memories of the day or the man within it. Scarlett was truly gone, only the demon slave of Penelope remained.
“They seem happy, who are they mistress?” she asked with a sincere inquistive tone in her voice.
Penelope couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle and wear an expression of an amused manner. “Just someone I used to know dear. Come, crawl to mistress and feed on her nectar.” she said, parting her large thighs to welcome the demon between them.
“Yes Mistress~” she dutifully replied, her focus entirely shifting from the photo.
Skar did as she was told, not that she had to be told. Falling to her knees and crawling on her hands over between the parted legs. Her lips meeting the soft folds of the woman she served and would continue to serve for the rest of her days. Her tongue slipping inside, delight and sated desire upon her face as the nectar that tasted so special to her met her taste buds. Filling her with vigor.
Penelope tossed the photo aside at one point, the glass cracking. Leaving a fracture over the old visage of Scarlett, now seemingly gone for good.
