When multiple attempts and techniques to investigate and track down and the whereabouts of an evasive, long lived entity that had broken free of its prison recently thanks to negligence and outside interference were tried and failed, more discreet measures were put forth; with special individuals being sent out by the shady organization originally in charge of keeping their escapee under lock and key. But after numerous agents came back unsuccessful with some not even returning at all, they weren't getting anywhere closer to fulfilling their goal of recapturing the entity. Undaunted and unwilling to let their predecessors down, the old codgers up top continue with their directionless plan of sending what precious few remained of their manpower on the hunt, unaware of just how disillusioned and fragmented their organization had become after the many long years since they were at their peak alongside the setting of a relatively peaceful time where demons and malevolent spirits were reduced to pop culture staples. With no marauding creatures of the night to test their mettle and faith against, the hidden champions of man had devolved past their prime. Softened, undisciplined and ill prepared when ancient texts containing techniques and skills of the past were left to rot away with the only few remaining ones contained within the alert system that was set to trigger should their greatest prize ever break containment. Serving to warn them of the adversary they faced rather than imparting any useful information…under the author's assumption that future generations would maintain, if not improve, their current strength.
The Night Mother; a primordial being as old as time itself whose magic and hold over the hearts of men were not to be trifled with. While her actual combat prowess was never witnessed in full thanks to their sneak attack that had led to them successful sealing her away within an enchanted mirror, the author was quick to mention that weak wills and untrained flesh would be unwise to face down the beast. Based off of conjecture rather than fact; the yellowed pages documented the entity’s preference to use its voice to overwhelm victims, feeding off their greatest desires and inner demons to break them, leaving the afflicted individual vulnerable to the Night Mother’s enthralling spells much like a wish granting demon of sorts. Making enticing promises in exchange for their soul. It was a heretical practice that needed to be stamped out, starting with a cult that had been created in the name of their demonic idol and then finally the Night Mother herself whose guard had been brought down after the initial shock of realizing her flock was being culled, opening herself up to be contained after realizing no amount of trauma, physical or otherwise, could harm her after the initial few blows of the surprise attack had only weakened her.
Left to rot away in her interdimensional prison for the sin of existence, they had assigned a rotating guard of the most capable and steadfast individuals they had under their order to keep watch over the innocuous sheet of glass. And for the many millennia that followed, it seemed her end was all but certain while her reflective prison changed hands time and time again, passing from head to head, all while they soon began to forget the threat if the Night Mother, until incompetency and lax hands finally slip, letting the mirror go unguarded and prime for any unwary soul to come across it and unleash the brooding terror within.
Except humans were susceptible to paranoia and distrust. Quick to assumptions and equally fast to draw arms against what they did not understand, leading to unnecessary conflict amongst themselves and the many other magical beings that roamed the Earth in a time long forgotten. And the Night Mother was one such individual that had suffered at the hands of those whose hearts held no compassion and their minds stubbornly refusing to contemplate their actions when all they needed to say to justify themselves was that they did it for 'the greater good' or that their 'God' saw alien things like them to get unnatural, an affront to creation itself despite the fact that the powers they wielded were a direct result of their collaboration together before these people came to hold power in influential positions.
But the Night Mother, even after that one terrible moment in her life, remained unchanged. She was not someone who would leap into action before thinking things through, not labeling anyone until she knew who they were and just like her namesake suggested; as kind and doting as a mother should be to those who earned her trust and accepted her offer to take their place at her side. An offer she only extended to those that caught her eye on her many travels and the remarkable few that were able to resonate with her after her adaptation to this new world she had been released into where people remained isolated yet more connected than ever through the inventions of modern man. A simple urban legend, word of mouth and cognitive magic, and very soon, a gateway from which fresh blood would pour to fill their space by her side where she would give unto them treatment as if they were her own flesh and blood children. Man or woman, all would be reborn as her Daughters with their desires fulfilled.
With the exception of those who dared to raise their arms against her and her children. And after that terrible night, the primeval being’s will to preserve her new flock was stronger than ever. If anyone so much as dared to try and goad her out of hiding through the use of threats, then for them there would only be scorn and contempt, subject to the Night Mother’s darkest spells that would twist and warp both body and mind, condemning them to a most deserving fate like a few of the rats that came after her would attest to if they even had the awareness to recall their past selves as they went about their new lives blissfully unaware of whatever fate had been handed out to them.
And as her ever attentive eyes gaze over her many domains tended to by her extended family, the pale lady rises to action after sensing yet another treacherous worm on the prowl in the house of one of her daughters after slicing through the lock on the window before slipping inside the darkened interiors of the modest apartment flat, slinking silently through the house while looking through shelves, wardrobes and even under the furniture clearly keeping an eye out for something else other than their intended target as they moved systematically toward the bedroom, holding a shimmering longblade with steady hands as they push open the doors without a sound before creeping inside, leaving the sleeping young teen cradling pillow alone for the moment as they go through books and a computer…
“Another one…All these worms coming one after the other…how dreadfully annoying…but perhaps theres some hope for this one yet. Maybe a new set of hands to help out would do wonders…”
Sensing an opportunity to be made here, the Night Mother rises from her relaxed position before placing her hands before the mirror positioned conveniently by her daughters bedside to get a good sensing of the tall slender figure shrouded in shadow. While she didn’t like assumptions, the many encounters she had with the dogs of the organization sent to hunt her down had so far all been the same; nonchalant, uncaring and oh so ill equipped to go up against an opponent such as herself.
But behind the shroud of darkness and concealing attire laid the form of an effeminate man bearing distinctly asian facial features that pointed to an origin in the land of the Far East. A place the Night Mother had been planning to see for quite some time and one that she could immediately tell was the cause of much grief for the man ever since he had been forced to move here after being adopted by a family with ties to the organization of overzealous folk, away from any hope of a normal life towards one of isolation, self deprecation and the rigors of a cold, regimental lifestyle where harsh training and relentless studying was the norm in place of a slow, proper education and a warm hand to guide him through it.
It was enough to get the Night Mother rethinking her plan of attack, rubbing her chin thoughtfully but not for much longer as she watches the imposing figure of a murderer turn on his heels and head right for her helpless daughter, forcing a sight out of her as she prepares to take action in defense of her daughter, radiating thick black plumes of miasma from her right arm while raising it up to the reflective surface of her portal, planting her warm palm against it before slipping through the glass effortlessly.
'Hmm…well now this is a proper dilemma…poor child had no say in being molded into the man he is today…but alas, the safety of my girls comes first, and for anyone daring enough to harm even a hair need punishing…'
And on the other side, the still air of the room breaks for a moment as a massive pale had comes through the glass, speeding rapidly toward the unprepared assassin, giving him barely enough time to react before its dexterous fingers clamp down hard around him, breaking more than a few bones and rupturing organs while shattering the tempered blade in his hand while forcefully embedding its fragments into his torso with how strong the disembodied arm grabbed ahold of him.
Before the strong force of being pulled forward whips his head back before an eerie cold quickly engulfs him as his form melts through into the mirror alongside the giant arm of a pale skinned woman…
By the time the young girl awakens momentarily to look around her room in a daze, the massive arm had retreated back inside the mirror, whisking away the terrified man before his scream of anger and pain could fully escape him, leaving his would be victim safe and sound, free to fall back asleep without worrying about the cold blade that had been seconds away from plunging itself into her body.
On the other side of the mirror however, the man's experience was anything but pleasant as his tense and battered figure is sent flying from the force of the Night Mother's pull, landing on his side barely missing a jutting blade sticking out his shoulder before coming to a stop before a red tinged, pure black dress with feathery extensions that matched the gothic brooding of the warm loving face of the tall woman beneath flourishing mane of hair, staring down at him with inhuman eyes. And beside her stands a mirror floating off the ground of a lavish mansion interior complete with marble pillars, velvet carpeting and polished stone flooring. A total 180 from the generic flat he was just in.
"There we go! Not too shabby there…though I dont think that would've been enough to kill you, isn't that right Mister Murderer? Hmm…can't talk? Let's fix that shall we?"
And indeed he couldn’t, not just speak, but breathe as well. With his brutal treatment at the literal hand of the Night Mother, his ribcage had been shattered and his windpipe left in ruins, cutting off his ability to breathe. If he wasn’t tended to in a few minutes, the man would soon be a cold corpse if the blood loss didn’t get him first.
But allowing the man to die would mean a swift mercy without having known the consequences of what it meant to threaten her daughters. Even if he technically hadn’t chosen to lead this life of his and only became this way under the influence of the hands that kept him fed and clothed, that didn’t change the fact that he had broken into an innocent girl’s home looking to kill her in an attempt to bait the Night Mother out of hiding as if she was some common beast with strong maternal instincts ripe for exploitation, to be lured out by the spilling of kindred blood, let alone allow the dastardly deed to be performed as her brow twitches with righteous anger at the dying man’s boldness as he reaches out with a bloody broken arm, probably mistaking her for someone else close to him as oxygen begins to dwindle and his brain begins to malfunction.
She would heal him, yes. But she would also take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, one he would never forget as she reaches out to take his frail hand in her own, filling his weak human flesh with her rich energies, energy that was not meant to inhabit the body of a human like the slender, effeminate male before her. No matter how skilled or proficient he was in utilizing that flesh and blood vessel of his, the raw beastial stresses of the Night Mother's stronger curses needed more suitable flesh to contain its power…or maybe that was its purpose; to forcefully adapt and mold the bearer into something more…much like the foster family's training regimen had done to turn that wide eyed dirty boy into the sullen agent of that accursed organization of inept humans.
'No matter…when I'm done with you, human is something you shan't be in all but appearance~'
Beginning with the hands held in the Night Mother's grip which were already midway through lengthening into dark organic razors colored a reddish black as nails and flesh move as one, forming into 5 lengthy blades coming to a needle sharp end tipping each waifish limb, which by now had been stripped clean of manly muscle that ruined the slender outlines of the man's girlish figure. Connected to rounder shoulders and a shrinking torso beneath a dapper suit that also begins to succumb to the curse as fabric and nylon unwind into serpentine threads, crawling across a body that begins to lean heavily into its repressed feminine side as curvature becomes pronounced and supple flesh fills over hard muscles, coated in porcelain smooth skin rivaling that of the Night Mother herself in terms of their deathly pallor.
And while the Night Mother smiles, the man grimaces, twitching in a mix of stinging pain and numb shock as his limp body ignores his will, lying on his back with an arm held in the grips of his enemy. But with his focus fixed solely on the otherworldly woman, the man remains completely oblivious to the drastic development of his body as the last of his blessed clothes peel apart to reveal twin burgeoning masses beginning to push and sag where a chiseled chest once was, pale meat building behind equally dull, purplish nipples as they rise up and away, finalizing themselves in the form of healthy, perky breasts with a gentle bob to them as they rise and fall with each ragged breath escaping fuller lips plastered atop the alluring visage of an oriental maiden while sticky lengths of dull auburn hair smoothen out into snow white strings of marvelous silk, looking more like the head of someone who had taken the time to tend and nurture them into becoming the lustrous mane it now was, draping down to the cold stone floor in platinum curtains, earning an exclamation of approval from the Night Mother as she runs her free hand down their length, smiling at their smooth texture and metallic luster.
'One would almost think this to be a reward! Not even my girls get to have hair this exotic!'
With his bust already weighing in at modest C's atop a sweat slick navel lined not with pulsing abs but heated layers of toned flesh lined with mottled scars left behind by the shattered pieces of his weapon ejected and lying on the floor, the only defects staining the picturesque form the human was rapidly taking on in exchange for his old as broken bones and torn flesh mend beneath it all, becoming stronger than ever before, harder than titanium and more flexible than yet retaining the warm mellow qualities held within a woman's figure, the figure the agent now possessed as his hips snap outward to accommodate for newly formed organs settling into place beneath his stomach and a tightened waistline perfect for a warm arm to wrap around.
By now the man had to realize something was wrong with his body as the haze of overwhelming pain in his brain clears away alongside the crushed passageway of his windpipe mending itself to allow air to flow freely within him. And with the sores, aches and stinging fading away, his mind was now free to grapple with the alien sensations assaulting him; a weight on his chest, his butt being a little too cushioned, a gap between his arched back and the floor, and most disturbingly; the feel of his ballsacks gradually climbing off the cold stone before sliding up along the contours of fattened thighs, compelling him to speak up in a cracking voice that was already on the verge of undertaking a heavy womanly husk with the bulge of his Adam's Apple steadily receding back under the pristine skin of a sleek neck.
"You…what have you…done?"
"Ahah! So you can speak English…pretty nicely too with barely a hint of an accent…I see your masters have done well in raising you to be their perfect hunting dog…but I'm a-guh!"
With control gradually returning to his body, the agent spins around in a blinding pale flash while nimble hands grab ahold of one of the deadly shards lying on the ground before uppercutting the distracted Night Mother, spearing her clean through the jugular with it's jagged, broken edge sunk deep into the organic slushy within her cranium. While he knew she was all but unkillable from the briefing, the man hoped that this was enough to buy him some time as he gathers his footing, unaware of the flaccid thing swaying in the air between supple legs before kicking off running at breakneck speed toward the floating glass panel, hoping to make a quick escape all while long flowing hair trails behind him alongside pursuing strands of silk as they begin to reform into attire more befitting of a Japanese arts performer than a skilled fighter as expensive silks and tight fabrics warp across the man's now feminine and well endowed figure.
But before he can even test the waters by slamming head first into the reflective crystal, the changed man stops short a few inches in front of the glass, gazing with wide slant eyes just before an obscuring fringe drapes down over crimson eyes and a smooth forehead cleansed of wrinkles. It wasn't just his…or rather her head that had changed but her entire body as she inspects herself in mute surprise and horror; tracing the powdery smooth surface of her deadened skin, the cracked scars of her old wounds, the deathly chill she felt instead of the warmth of life, plump tits pressed tight by bandages and cloth and a tight tummy beneath which lies a seductive slope leading down to the pert lips of a freshly formed labia, dripping a trail of now useless semen leading all the way back to the mess she had left behind. But even stranger was the fact that no matter what she did, from squeezing the hardened stubs of her purple nipples to the twitching pink flesh of her clitoris in morbid curiosity, no feeling, not even an itch from her razor sharp claws grazing the skin, could be gleaned by doing so.
By the time a form fitting kimono in the contrasting colors of black and red to go against her snow white palette had manifested itself over her tight, nubile body, it was all but clear to the transmogrified human that escape was impossible as her monstrous hands fall fruitlessly against the glass with the only thing she could feel being overwhelming panic building in her chest, eliciting a womanly whimper from between her lips in exasperation. That explained why she felt so strong yet small, why she suddenly felt…connected…to this alien realm without a ceiling as rusted javelins rake across the perfect edges of her rosy cheeks and carefully sculpted chin. Equal parts freaked out and mesmerized by the pale, otherworldly beauty she had become as the flaps of her ears slice apart before twisting into the darkened folds of inverted flowers through which she could ear…no, sense the very air around her. The vibration of energy in the air, the ambient hum and a wicked cackle that sends a shiver running down her spine as the sounds of murky liquid bubbling with vitriolic anger rise up from beneath her.
But it was too late to do anything as her whimpering turns into an uncontrolled, guttural moan upon the sudden spike of orgasmic pleasure running up from between her legs as something from below impales her virgin snatch without warning, pushing aside the lace fabric of her panties, sliding past her folds and piercing her hymen alongside all the fight, all the courage that the agent held within her heart in defiance of the Night Mother. Gone in an instant as her waifish form slowly rises into the air while the mistress of the domain herself rises out of the pool of liquid darkness that had formed silently beneath the daemonified human, surrounded by a bevy of giant limbs that waste no time in grappling with the struggling form of her latest conquest and binding them still, leaving her hanging a good few feet above the ground with her twitching legs spread forcefully apart at the behest of the Night Mother whose victorious face bore no sign of the horrendous damage inflicted upon it seconds earlier as she walks a slow circle around the shivering daemon, pale cheeks flushed a rosy red from the sheer pleasure coursing through her body from her creator's touch alone if her sudden, and first sexual penetration wasn't enough of a shock. She was terrified, furious even for the dishonorable fate she had suffered to be transformed and reduced to some sinful harlot. But as she watched and felt the Night Mother's brilliant black pearls scour her body, her already devastated will begins to falter further, losing the urge to chop up the bitch and instead give her all to her, surrendering if it meant more of this orgasmic pleasure as the finger jammed up her snatch shifts a little before sliding out of her tight innards with a wet squelch, leaving her vaginal muscles flexing for something to fill the void left behind as a serpentine tongue slips free of her gaping jaw while choked cries of pain and pleasure leak free despite herself.
She had never felt an emptiness like this before, not even during her time as a scraggly little orphan boy in the streets of some Japanese city she could no longer remember. It was like an intense fire was burning inside her womb, but no matter how much she gasped for air or how drenched her kimono was from all the sweat leaking free from the pores of her skin, nothing seemed to put the fire out.
"Oh? What happened to that last bit of anger I sensed within you? Weren't you about to throw another temper tantrum?"
With her attention now drawn toward the Night Mother who had completed her inspection, the daemon growls in a faltering voice that held none of the anger she wanted to bring to the table, to show that she was still a human man on the inside, but the newly ingrained, overwhelming need to submit to this accursed immortal freak was too much to resist, eventually whittling away her defiance once more as she finds herself nodding eagerly like a dog, sending a pleasurable pulse running down breasts while her back arches in satisfaction, giggling madly in frustration and glee at her behavior. She was losing her humanity, and her life hung in the balance...but why did this all feel so...good?
"F-Fuck you! You…did something to-tehehe! Me!"
"How uncouth dear…why so adamant on obeying those who use you like expendable muscle? I dare say this punishment of mine might well be a blessing for the likes of you…"
"B-But…Father…he-"
"-See's you as nothing more than a toy to be raised in the hopes he'll get himself recognized by the religious sect he's devoted his entire life to…through you…and now here you are after running happily along the road they set for you without a second thought. Face it 'Fred', you were nothing but a tool to the people you claim to be your parents…"
That had Fred frozen in a moment of thoughtful silence. No matter how much she wanted to deny the Night Mother, deep down she knew she was right. The signs were there, but she had chosen to ignore them. Her father didn't treat her coldly because he was some stoic man with a position of import in a secretive group hoping to raise her into a strong, independent warrior. He simply didn't care for her at all, only doing the bare minimum necessary to call him her father while he filled his coffers with donations from the local citizenry.
And her fellow 'defenders of mankind' were no different, they saw her not as a friend and ally but as potential interference in their respective careers. Making fun of her previous appearance as an effeminate man, labeling her wicked names and spreading rumors that she slept with other men. Even the girls despised her for their own reasons. Unlike them, she was faithful, devoted to the path her 'father' had taught her to follow.
And it only took the tail end of her life at the hands of an enemy she could never even dream of standing up against to realize she had been played. Taken in as an unwitting slave, a pawn to be used by those who misused the word of God as their own. And to think she had almost taken an innocent life just to lure out a foe who knew she was coming a mile away simply because she had been ordered to, uncaring of anything but the results…was she really any different from the people that fueled her anger and self loathing? The emotional torment was enough to blind her to the numbing ache in her womb and the dull throbbing of her bound breasts as she grits her fanged molars in frustration before her head droops down in acceptance and defeat.
'I might as well be dead! Everything I've done was for a stupid lie!'
"Not quite my dear…amongst the handful of inadequate fools sent after my trail, you were the purest in the pursuit of her goals. You remained stalwart and faithful to your organization's beliefs even after the heart had rotted away…that means alot to me…enough for me to…lighten your punishment, and it would be a waste to do away with a capable soul such as yours, wouldn't you agree?"
For a moment, Fred was wondering how the Night Mother seemed to be reading his every thought, but once she gazes over her blackened sclera and nightmarish phantom limbs she becomes reminded that this wasn't a human she was dealing with…much like her current form being that of a ghostly white aberration with beastial claws, a scarred torso and flower like organs for ears. Even if she made it out of here, she couldn't just waltz back to her former people. In her current state she would be ostracized and cut down without a word.
"B-But how…what use could I possibly have to someone as strong as you?"
"Not as you were, but…you saw for yourself earlier correct? No ordinary human would've been able to land that blow on me without my notice. And look just how far you ran within such a short time frame and with barely more than 5 steps! You undersell yourself darling!"
Glancing back at the small pool of blood and broken blades left in the distance as the Night Mother shifts her to allow for a better view, Fred realizes she was right. There was no way her old, frail human self would've been able to move that far in a few strides.
And from how sharp her new extensions were, there was no doubt in her mind that they'd be capable of so much more than just a simple sword. And she had 10 of them!
"I want you to become my…guardian of sorts. My bulwark against any who would threaten the lives of my daughters, if you no longer bear any faith in your former brethren…then why not place that faith in me? All the souls I've touched were pure souls simply struggling to find reason to live on this earth; my daughters…like the girl whose blood would've stained your hands if I hadn't intervened."
"So…this reduced sentence…you would truly have me?"
"Silly girl! Of course I do…the only thing left now, is for you to decide…but I think we both know what you want most, hm?"
Giggling before walking the last few steps needed till her slick thighs trembled with the breath of the Night Mother, the omnipotent being lowered Fred till her legs connected with the floor. When she had first arrived here, she had come as an aggressor. But now, she knew her place, her eyes having been opened to the truth and made better for it. She had the strength of a thousand men and the alluring beauty of a bewitching maiden. And although she had lost her humanity, Fred didn't feel that much different besides the odd ways in which she now sensed the world around her including her odd inability to feel herself, only granted release with the touch of the Night Mother herself. She knew this like the back of her hand because her heart had already accepted it by the time she felt brave enough to vocalize her thoughts in that lovely new voice of hers, embracing her Japanese roots as the words came out dripping in a sultry accent.
"I accept My Lady…from this moment onward…I take my place as your loyal serv-ahn!"
"Uh huh huh~ Wrong choice of words there my dear? Isn't there something more familial you could use? And maybe a new name would suit you better, one can't expect to call a beauty such as yourself 'Fred' now can they?"
Panting sharply after having her nipples suddenly tweaked hard and the resultant blast of ecstasy shooting through her numbed form. Fred catches her breath before thinking for a moment, wondering what words to choose from that wouldn't earn her another orgasmic groping no matter how much she wanted it. This was a serious occasion, the start of her new life after all, granted by one who had seen fit to ignore her past transgressions to grant her a new lot in life. While she couldn’t really tell if the Night Mother truly was sincere, the aura she gave off and her straightforward nature were more than enough to convince her…why spend all this time making idle chatter and allow her to retain free will if she was just going to lie and do away with her anyway?
And as her red eyes widen before softening at the edges, the daemon falls to her knees in one graceful motion before placing her hands palms down atop the smooth floor with her kimono clad body hunched over in a sign of respect from her forgotten culture. Already prepared to deliver her corrected declaration of eternal loyalty.
"My Lady…from this day onward, I, Tsubaki, look forward to being by your side for however long I live…as a friend…does that work?"
"My my~ What a display! And why settle for being friends my dear Tsubaki? In time, we could be something more! An item even…what do you say?"
"W-Well…if…I mean…I don't know really…I guess we could take it one step at a time?"
Letting herself be pulled off the floor and into the Night Mother's comforting embrace, Tsubaki nestles her face against her creator's bosom, feeling an addicting warmth creep all over her before a sudden tickle over her rump sends her back to reality as it escalates into a firm squeeze.
"Ohh your responses are just as adorable as you look! But…true enough…we can take small steps…but be warned; I can be exceptionally…vigorous…when it comes.to matters of the sheets~"
"Eheheh…so umm…when do I start exactly? M-My duties I mean?"
"Come Tsubaki dear…can't we stay like this a little while longer? I quite like this soft little body of yours~ in fact…let's make this your first official task; be my bedmate until I'm thoroughly satisfied! Then you can get to work keeping a watchful eye over each and every one of my baby girls!"
"W-Wait, what?! P-Plaything?!"
"Indeed~ Part of my special curse makes you unable to feel anything outside of my touch…so wouldn't you say this is the perfect time to relieve yourself?"
Glancing around shyly beneath her fringe, Tsubaki fidgets in the hands of the Night Mother before tensing up and then finally relaxing, letting herself go limp in her grip. She was right, ever since she had first felt her virginity taken from her, her loins had been burning with a growing urge to feel that electrifying experience once more.
And she had to admit that life on the other side of the fence was far more pleasurable than she ever could've imagined.
"A-Alright…but…be gentle okay?"
"Hmhmm~ I shall try to my dear…oh! Feel free to call me Mother, I don't do so well with honorifics and titles!"
Tsubaki would simply fall silent after that final exchange of words, only ever moving to fulfill her end of the deal by giving back to Mother as their hands roam over each other, testing their erogenous zones and competing to see who would break first under the others teasing. But ultimately the Night Mother was someone who had lived for thousands of years, and under that level of experience, Tsubaki was only able to last one round before she falls against her ravenous lover's expert touch, trembling in the throes of yet another female orgasm that was simply far too good to resist after years of abstinence from the pleasures of the human body, lying limp with her pale slender body coiled around her mistress's equally eye catching figure, black pooling with white alongside streaks and flares of red. Oriental with Victorian. A clashing of multiple fronts coming together to form a mesmerizing painting of two otherworldly women partaking in the universal act of lovemaking.
Tracing the fine contours of Tsubaki's smooth cheeks before raising her fringe to gaze upon her blackened sclera and teary red irises, the Night Mother smiles warmly before holding up her newest member of the flock, cradling the back of her long slender neck carefully while wrapping another hand around the geisha's paper thin waistline.
“I expect a great many things of you Tsubaki~ Drop any doubts you may have. Whether you trust me or not…I want you to become your own woman, be yourself…while keeping the girls safe of course! Can you do that?"
It took the daemon a millisecond to give her response, no longer having any doubt in her mind that this was the true cause she had been made to serve, the reason for her existence and why she had led the terrible and harsh reality she had been born into as a nameless Japanese boy. The mask was off and this? This was who she really was, and there was no way she could ever go back. Affirming it in her mind as she rises up to present herself proudly before her liberator, ear petals twitching in orgasmic afterglow.
Fred, enforcer of a corrupt organization, was gone, and in his place stands Tsubaki, protector of the Night Mother's family and her right hand woman.
"I will, I won't let you down Mother!"
"Hmhm~ Good girl!"
By the time the dust settles the rays of a morning sun crests over the horizon, the Night Mother would find her burdens eased by her willing helper and romantic partner, bringing her stoic mannerisms to play alongside the meek little angel she was whenever the time for play came.
But like her Mother, Tsubaki was a terrifying presence to go up against when she became serious. And unlike the Night Mother, tolerance and mercy were two things she did not know when it came to the humans still relentlessly pursuing their trail. And if they decided to endanger the lives of her charge, then no holds were barred when it came to how far she would brutalised them in return for such disgusting behavior…
THE END