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[Flash] 227 - A Second Temptation
🕑 Added 2023-07-11 15:42:12 +0000 UTCHey all, Misty here! This is a follow-up commission to A Temptation Beyond. I tried a technique that works visually but might not translate to text as well as I'm hoping. Let me know either here, on Discord, or in the comments section of the other places I'll upload to next week (like MistyFFiction.com!).
Enjoy!
Previously:
Demma stole the tome that imprisoned the Eldritch being known as Glarpotoph. She couldn't resist the promise of power. She was eager to embrace it and her energy seeped into the pages. At the same time, Glarpotoph, surprised by the relative innocence of her demands, began to reciprocate the bond. The two became one.
All that remains now are the covers and the binding. Demma plans to consume them as well to make her body into the sole receptacle of Glarpotoph’s essence. Something so momentous requires a certain level of hedonism. However, it’s a level that somehow remained beyond her grasp despite taking on nearly all of her sire’s power.
So Demma seeks out Ashkvita, a friend of a friend and a Divine Studies major, who, supposedly, is god-like in bed. Perhaps she can teach a newly ascendant being a thing or two about divine pleasure.
Preview:
Ashkvita was absorbed in her work when she heard a knock. She looked up from the fragmented artifact she was examining to see who was stopping by the lab so late. It was Demma, the last scion of the Fillsmonts.
The late-joining freshman looked different somehow. More put together or something. Her dark, usually frazzled hair was both wavy and silky smooth. Her acne had cleared up and her complexion was a haunting but alluring pale. Her normally distant expression was focused and brighter. Her stance was less withdrawn; it didn’t seem like she was unconsciously apologizing for the space she was occupying. The clothes she was wearing were also not her typical attire, but a well-tailored, dark-colored robe half open over shorts and a halter top.
It was such a stark contrast that Ashkvita was suddenly conscious of her own dust-covered overalls and simple tube top, not to mention all the flyaways in her pulled-back hair. She puffed at once such silver-blonde lock that was hanging in her face.
“Hey, sorry about the late visit,” Demma said, entering the room. Even her voice was different. Alluring and commanding at once. “But I’m stumped on this artifact… thing. Can you help me with it?”
“Yeah. I mean, if I can.” Ashkvita pushed her stool back from the bench and spun around to face Demma. “So, what’ve you got?”
With a quick grin, Demma hurried over. In her hands was something cylindrical made of leather and some sort of metal. Steel maybe? Iron? Or perhaps something more exotic… What if it was a metal she’d never seen before? Ashkvita felt a certain amount of excitement building in her chest.
